Oh My!
Created | Updated May 7, 2008
The Post 'One Vowel Poems' Competition
Oh My! By Beatrice
Oh words of O, my hobby now
To try to form or concoct
Works of only O, so lo -
My go, don’t throw no popcorn!
Bob McLoon from north of Troon’s
Fond of bonny Loch Lomond
Yoko Ono from Tokyo
Shops for song books, onyx bowls
Looks for oxymorons
Gordon Brown from London town
Snowy Stockholm’s Bjorn or Morton
Thor from Oslo, Sonny Bono
Molly Brown who won’t go down
Go to Soho on foot.
Who’s sorry now?
Orthodox Lord Longford shows horror
Porn shops shock or fool
Look who’s cool,
Long, don’t drool,
Soft spot for foxy Flo,
From glossy Cosmo front on Hollywood’s door
To common room of sobs, drops of sorrow on torso
Wot? No condoms?
Schoolboy trophy, no control
Slowly drown, forgot tomorrow
Do not cry.
No rock n roll storm, no prog rock show
No Motown songs or Doors
No Donny Osmond, only Snoop Doggy Dog
No lofty ghostly chords
Two jolly folk, on pony, hoof of gold
To Mojo Jojo’s dojo go
Om!
No spoon, no fork, no chop of pork
No sloppy hot dogs too
No grog, no froth, no hot Scotch broth
No bloody good mood food to scoff
No top of ol’ smoky, woo-hoo!
Took no port or Oloroso
Why’s forty-two on Hootoo’s goo?
Nobody, only Gnomon knows…
Two short-shorn crooks on broom
Boldly go by sporty zoom
To loopy golf tomorrow
Or monthly trot to Cork zoo spot
Good God! No loos on brooms
Don’t look down!
Torchwood, Dr Who on TV glow
Wot? No Vogons?
Dot-coms grow, only photocopy of books work.
From Cotswolds croft by corn cobs
Oxford dons consort to knock on wood for Kosovo
Old dogs howl to moon
Owl forlornly on dry holly thorn log
Crow on yon moor hops by cold brook
Longs for lost tooth
Glow-worms cry for Oryx’ fowl yolk
Or St Johns wort
Shops from donors don’t oft stock logo tops
Nor showrooms brown prom gowns, or spotty frocks
Or thongs of gold (so, so wrong!)
Toss down my thorny crown
Sold clown for chloroform joy
To my cost.
On to Toronto pronto Tonto
Why?
Who shot JFK from boggy knoll?
Who shot JR?
Doctor No?
Lord Byron?
Roy Wood?
Two-ton Orcs?
How?
Two wrongs don’t work, so doom looms soon...
Poetry by Various Contributors
