Bobart

This is so stupid, I kind of hate my brain for doing this to me, now it's inflicted upon you.

We had five kids
And named them all Bobart
None of them are very smart
Little Bobart picks her nose
And wipes the snot on Bobart's clothes
Our Bobart number two
Likes the taste of glue
But three and four I can't tell apart
Doesn't matter, they're both Bobart
One of them is ugly as sin
Guess he looks just like his twin
The eldest one has no toes
She often falls right on her nose
Each of them have a thousand moles
Parenthood can have its tolls
Not much better on the spouse
We can't bring people to the house
The Bobarts have been known to bite
And howl at every hour of day and night
I hourly scream "d****t Bobart!"
Their mother was a lovely tart
But maybe I'm the one
That wasn't very smart

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I di like the ending. The truth was told. You made me smile this early morning in Michigan. Thank you for sharing the amazing and fun poetry.
Coyote

[Nix is typing...]

So...currently, in Georgia, It's almost four am. I CAN'T SLEEP!!! So I've decided to stay awake and stare at poems even after taking like 5,000,000 mg of melatonin and that still not knocking me out. Seeing this poem made me chuckle and say, "What the f**k?" through a laugh several times throughout this poem.

I loved this

100/100

Nix ❤️

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for the review, I wrote this in the middle of writing my contemplations of autumn piece. Imagine having those first few lines come to you while you're trying to work on something serious. I kind of hated it myself for it.

[Nix is typing...]

Lol, I love that. I don't think I've ever really written anything that wasn't serious, maybe the one about the frog, that one was just there. I honestly wish I could think up poems that make people laugh the way you do. I'm so jealous!!

[Chris Shaw]

You know I like different and this poem was. Refreshingly honest. We don't all have perfect children and they do have some nasty habits don't they? I was one of five. I can remember my youngest brother sitting in his cot with his fingers playing with stuff in his nappy :)) Thanks for the smile.

Chris

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for the read and review of this abomination of a poem, the words from a cherished member of our community always ring loudly.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome and I wouldn't describe your poem as an abomination at all. Don't do your work down. I enjoyed the read:)

[barleygirl]

Since I live in hillbilly-infested hills, I relate to these kinds of folks more than the ones who parent according to the regulations. After having just watched "Bad Moms Christmas" now I'm once again reminded why I never had kids. My brother, who hung out in the Kentucky hills most of his life, used to call his kids "butthole" and his dog "puke" so the authenticity of your poem sings to me. I love your rhymes & as always your core idea is off-the-charts, the kind of imagination I'm sorely lacking (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[T.S. Ulmus]

You've never lacked in imagination, your way with words is amazing. I seem to have been reinstated again BTW. Perhaps the problem was on my side and I engaged in a bunch of paranoid ranting. Either way, thank you for your support and for reading my words.

[barleygirl]

I did contact Richard about this, as you suggested, so you might be hearing fro him . . .

[LazerRays]

I would love to See a slam poem performance done on this. Bust some rhymes haha

[Delmar Cooper]

In the tradition of "Father William" silliness is a thing enshrined. Not every poem is art made words; not every poet is Wordsworth. There is ample room for the Lewis Carrolls and Robert Services; for the Jabberwockys and for the Cremations of Sam McGee.
Thanks for sharing

[T.S. Ulmus]

Did you just compare me to Lewis carroll? I don't think my ego could take that, I'll assume it was a passing scant remark. Thank you for the read in the review.

[Delmar Cooper]

Point of order: Will, at the reading of the poem, Bobart be pronounced Beaubart or Bob Art?

[T.S. Ulmus]

I had intended the first boh- bart, long o. I'm a bit embarrassed that this would come up as a point of confusion. Especially in a poem that I only published to get out of my brain space. Still, thank you for the thought and review.