odd odes | Imamother

cuties' mom

Wed, Jan 12 2011, 2:58 pm

An ode to my son's bed

A nice cozy bed
isn't in use anymore.
The sheet's off the head;
The pillow's on the floor.

I would love if one night
it would be used by my son.
It would only be right
cuz my bed's meant for one.

But he doesn't sleep
by himself the whole night.
Instead he weeps
until I hold him tight.

So his bed's not in use.
He sleeps with me.
I get such abuse.
Oy, what will be?

theoneandonly

Wed, Jan 12 2011, 3:35 pm

Ode to my left sock

I look down at my feet
and cry out in despair
my right foot is still covered
my left--completely bare!

O sock, where have you gone?
How could you desert me so?
I didn't treat you badly,
whatever made you go?

I really miss you, sock
you're one of two, you see
without you, what's the point?
I feel bereft... oh, gee.

If someone finds my sock,
please kindly let me know.
Words of thanks and gratitude
from me to you will flow!

theoneandonly

Wed, Jan 12 2011, 4:06 pm

Ode to Jump Mango-Passionfruit Soft Drink

Jump, you're so refreshing
you simply taste divine
I think all will agree
that you top any wine

You are just so scrumptious,
so enticing, so delish
I really long to sip you
alongside any dish.

But, alas, besides for taste
you're rich in one more thing--
you've got so many calories!
You're richer than a king!

These are fun to write! I'm really enjoying!

mummiedearest

Wed, Jan 12 2011, 7:50 pm

HindaRochel wrote:

ODE TO A RED SHIRT

Could a red rose fresh on the bush ever think itself to compare,
To my 100 percent cotton shirt,which I do now declare
Made me fit for the canvas of the artiste'Jean-Babtiste Santerre
But oh now, oh now,I'm in utter,complete,and total despair

After years of service devoted,trustworthy and glorious
preforming in times of duty, difficult and laborious
whether I had lost the battle or emerging victorious
my red shirt was always there for me faithful meritorious

And then one day to my horror---oh the pain for I discovered
a memory from which even still today I have not recovered
for in my preparations for dress one day I had uncovered
a tear, a dreadful tear, on the shirts back that could not be covered!

My friends, my family, my beloved ones with seeming sympathy
have assured me that I can prevail,and survive this tragedy
(though I've this suspicion that for me there's not too much empathy)
for this terrible, this tragic, this horrific catastrophe.

(Hey, really liked this shirt. I also this could be an entry to whatever that worst poem in the Universe from D.Adams thing was.

it's not quite vogon poetry, and I'm pretty sure vogon poetry was the second worst in the universe.

mummiedearest

Wed, Jan 12 2011, 7:56 pm

ode to the purple wig sitting on a sheitel head on a shelf in my living room

oh, wiggy, my dear
you cheer me up so
you make my friends fear
my mind's starting to go

for upon rare occasion,
I don you atop
the head on my shoulders
and I look a flop

it has always been a dream of mine,
this long bright purple hair
I think it makes me look so fine
it frees me from much care

so if you all should wonder
why this wig is on display
it's because I've not decided
to wear it out today.

come purim I will show the world
my color, bold and true
at purim's end I'll take it off
and dye my own hair blue.

PinkFridge

Wed, Jan 12 2011, 9:18 pm

sequoia wrote:

Beautiful! Ends with a bang!

Why limit yourself to wearing purple, with a red hat that doesn't match, when you can wear a purple wig and dye your hair blue?

A bang? Are you sure? Maybe it's a bangless side part.

mummiedearest

Wed, Jan 12 2011, 9:19 pm

PinkFridge wrote:

sequoia wrote:

Beautiful! Ends with a bang!

Why limit yourself to wearing purple, with a red hat that doesn't match, when you can wear a purple wig and dye your hair blue?

A bang? Are you sure? Maybe it's a bangless side part.

it has quite a number of bangs, actually.

enneamom

Wed, Jan 12 2011, 10:13 pm

theoneandonly wrote:

enneamom wrote:

Ode to an Air Conditioner
....

Loving the language and style Very Happy

Why, thankee kindly!

I find these melodious odes rather droll
They cause me to giggle, to chortle and roll
The ditties extolling wig, bed, sock and bath
Are very successfully drawing my laugh

the world's best mom

Wed, Oct 17 2012, 11:04 pm

I'm bumping up this ancient thread to sing the praises of my beloved saline drops which are my new best friend:

Ode to Saline Drops

My baby’s nose is stuffy,
So that breathing isn’t easy.
He snortles in his sleep now;
He’s sounding rather sneezy.
He lets out a wail;
His nose just won’t work.
He screams as he wonders
Why he feels so berserk.

No need to worry,
Our savior is here.
It’s magic in a bottle
That will make your nosie clear.
We squeeze a little here
And a little over there-
Now you can go back to sleep,
You have no need to fear.

bamamama

Thu, Oct 18 2012, 12:44 am

An Ode to Breastmilk

oh breastmilk, oh breastmilk!
leaking out my boobs
your uses are so many
even frozen into cubes

pink-eye remedy
cradle cap remover
nose-unstuffer
nipple-soother

your praises we can sing
until the day is through
what's that? oh yeah
you feed my baby too! Flower