HUMOROUS POETRY


 

A Women's Prerogative

The mind of a woman, old sages declare,
Is cleaner than man's if you wish to compare.
The reason for this I tried hard to pursue,
No proof could I find that this maxim is true.

And then quite by chance as I strolled down the street,
A laundry I passed. There, my proof was complete.
It's bound to be cleaner; -- they preen it and then, --

They " c-h-a-n-g-e " it,
And " c-h-a-n-g-e " it,
Moreoftenthanmen.

A Women's Prerogative A Husband's Lament At the Women's Exchange
The Monologue The Wide Open Spaces Please Pass the Liniment
Gabby Ann Getting the Point What! No Plot?
He Went Thataway The Ageless Ones Boomerang

~Koppin Spiritual Poetry~    ~Eugene P. Koppin~    ~Koppin Special Poetry~

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Please Pass the Liniment

Just why do they call it, "The ripe Golden Age,"
That period just prior to leaving life's stage?
The time of enchantment, completing my goal,
All labors are ended; now resting my soul.

Such beautiful lyrics; how sweetly they sound.
I wish I could buy them, a nickel a pound;
Yet, still in my future, I sadly behold --
That rose-colored glasses won't lighten my load.

My heart is aflutter with pulse slowing down;
My eyes seeing double and legs muscle-bound.
The Age that looks Golden for others to see,
With creaking old joints seems quite Rusty to me.



A Women's Prerogative A Husband's Lament At the Women's Exchange
The Monologue The Wide Open Spaces Please Pass the Liniment
Gabby Ann Getting the Point What! No Plot?
He Went Thataway The Ageless Ones Boomerang

~Koppin Spiritual Poetry~    ~Eugene P. Koppin~    ~Koppin Special Poetry~

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Please Pass the Liniment

Just why do they call it, "The ripe Golden Age,"
That period just prior to leaving life's stage?
The time of enchantment, completing my goal,
All labors are ended; now resting my soul.

Such beautiful lyrics; how sweetly they sound.
I wish I could buy them, a nickel a pound;
Yet, still in my future, I sadly behold --
That rose-colored glasses won't lighten my load.

My heart is aflutter with pulse slowing down;
My eyes seeing double and legs muscle-bound.
The Age that looks Golden for others to see,
With creaking old joints seems quite Rusty to me.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


A Husband's Lament

The cardinal issue all husbands must learn,
If conjugal bliss is their deepest concern,
Whenever a problem crops up for debate,
To admit there are two diff'rent views to collate.

The view of the wife, so composed and sedate,
Her gift of discernment, a heaven-sent trait.
Still, the dominant force is the view of the other --
Which belongs, by decree, to the wife's ruling mother.



A Women's Prerogative A Husband's Lament At the Women's Exchange
The Monologue The Wide Open Spaces Please Pass the Liniment
Gabby Ann Getting the Point What! No Plot?
He Went Thataway The Ageless Ones Boomerang

~Koppin Spiritual Poetry~    ~Eugene P. Koppin~    ~Koppin Special Poetry~

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At the Women's Exchange

He heard about the new Exchange,
Thought it was just for men.
His attitude, bizarre and strange,
His age, three score and ten.

Is this the place where I can trade
My forty year old wife?
I'll take two twenties not afraid
To brighten up my life.

Then they replied, "We do implore,
Remember you're retired.
Go home, check carefully if for
Two-twenty you are wired."



A Women's Prerogative A Husband's Lament At the Women's Exchange
The Monologue The Wide Open Spaces Please Pass the Liniment
Gabby Ann Getting the Point What! No Plot?
He Went Thataway The Ageless Ones Boomerang

~Koppin Spiritual Poetry~    ~Eugene P. Koppin~    ~Koppin Special Poetry~

Joyworx by Ralph     JOYWORX     Joyworx by Martha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Monologue

I'd like to change a point of view,
All dictionaries are not true.
Their words leave folks in mental fog,
As "dialogue" and "monologue."

Now "dialogue" means two or more --
Folks speaking when they have the floor;
While, "monologue", if true to life,
Means just a chat twixt man and wife.



A Women's Prerogative A Husband's Lament At the Women's Exchange
The Monologue The Wide Open Spaces Please Pass the Liniment
Gabby Ann Getting the Point What! No Plot?
He Went Thataway The Ageless Ones Boomerang

~Koppin Spiritual Poetry~    ~Eugene P. Koppin~    ~Koppin Special Poetry~

Joyworx by Ralph     JOYWORX     Joyworx by Martha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Wide Open Spaces

Now, my wife had no inkling of what was to come,
Right beside me she sat for our car's first trial run.

Power brakes was a feature I still had to test,
When the light quickly changed! Need I tell you the rest?

She - arose - from - the - floor and then gazed 'round about,
"Wal, my dentish wunz said that theez teesh should come oud."



A Women's Prerogative A Husband's Lament At the Women's Exchange
The Monologue The Wide Open Spaces Please Pass the Liniment
Gabby Ann Getting the Point What! No Plot?
He Went Thataway The Ageless Ones Boomerang

~Koppin Spiritual Poetry~    ~Eugene P. Koppin~    ~Koppin Special Poetry~

Joyworx by Ralph     JOYWORX     Joyworx by Martha

 

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