Humorous Poems
Paul C. B. Cheffers
26 September 2004
1 Introduction
Many people have asked me, in recent years, for a volume of my humorous poems
that I have written over the years. Compiled here, finally, for family and friends,
are some of the more humorous ones. Poetry,
I feel, has to go back to being
entertainment, instead of art, in order to become truely popular again.
In college, I used to write poems in the William Carlos Williams vein. Lines like:
I see by red
Your face in pink.
A gaze stilling waters
ripples me to silence
like velvet caressing of
wind under trees
or frail sheets of gust
with pulse lifekeeping
But the lady in question, although pleasant and friendly, wasn't completely interested,
so later in life I went for the
laugh, and rhymed instead. I hope you enjoy this selection.
My humorous very short stories and kid's stories are here.
2 Humorous Poems
Coke or Pepsi, about the four major political parties of Australia.
The Single Mother of my Dreams, for the mother of my son.
The Ballard of Polly, the Smoker, for all the smokers out there.
I used to Love Ya Baby, for the rockers.
Yesterday (song), yes, it a takeoff of the Beatles.
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby (Humorous Song), a ratbag song.
Kye's Song (song), for my son.
You were a beautiful women (song), dealing with weight and romance.
Super Bitch Blonde, for conservative cable TV channels everywhere.
2.1 Coke or Pepsi
Coke or Pepsi
by Paul Cheffers Copyright 1996
It's Coke or Pepsi for government you pick,
One of them's named Michael, the other one's Mic
No matter who you in the Lodge do stick
It's Coke or Pepsi to rule you get to pick
Someone said: show some nouce
Vote for Sprite in the Upper House
Or why don't you put mineral water in
It's pure and it's damned at the Franklin,
Oh but it's expensive and it doesn't have any fiz
and it definitely doesn't get along with the big biz!
Me, I've always been a Coke man
Pepsi will send us broke, man
But my mate he says: get in step, see
Get out there and vote for Pepsi.
Third world friends they ask me, what's democracy
I say it's when you get to vote for Coke or Pepsi
Third world friends they ask me who to vote for and folla
I say whoever can mix 5c of sugar, 1c of water and charge you a dollar
2.2 The Single Mother of my Dreams
The Single Mother of my Dreams
by Paul Cheffers, c 1995
(song)
She's the single mother of my dreams,
she's got my babe who she wheans
she's got blonde hair and blue eyes
she likes Big Macs and french fries
I can't tell you what she means to me
It's like from prison being free
Her temper's really sweet
the way she laughs it's mega neat
She's got a son named Bindu
He's a real little ozzie true blue
He loves his mother
just like he loves my son, his little brother
We're a real little family on access day
and I hope that way it will always stay
Us men from marriage the single Mums may have wheaned
but they're still the woman of our dreams.
2.3 The Ballard of Polly, the Smoker
The Ballard of Polly, the Smoker
by Paul Cheffers, c 1995
Polly quit smoking in 1994
and to celebrate she went on a world tour
For seven years she travelled and did not smoke
but finally her trip came to an end for she was broke
She returned in 2001, and there was a welcome home party
Everyone was there and the crowd was rather arty
Then Polly broke down and had a cigarette
oh dear, she had broken 21st century ettiquite
People around her grew pale and began to fidgit
for what she had done was no longer legit.
A radio message went from the room smoke detector
to the metropolitan office of the state smoking protector
Immediately went out units to apprehend the offender
(the police, privatized, put the arrest out for tender)
the private security guards arrived at the scene
they approached Polly and went thru her bluejeans
they checked her handbag for hidden matches
then they did a body search for nicotene patches
That's when they found the pack of Jackson Fives
Polly had apparently smuggled in from the Maldives
Polly had fallen into the trap of so many
smoking in Australia was now a state felony
Banned first in offices, then pubs and restaurants
illegal were the population's tobacco wants
the plant became an officially controlled substance
possession punished by indefinite sentence
Health professionals everywhere were in rage
Polly became liable for passive smoking damage
They claimed she imperiled the health of all around her
Jail said they this unrepentent mass lung killer
Tried, she went off to the smokers' reeducation camp
she said goodbye to Jazmin and her smoking hand felt damp
for although smokers, the political prisoners of the 21st century,
are sent to jail to prevent self-inflicted lung injury,
she was sent by a writ, to stay there until she quit
but Polly had appealed and knew they would acquit
for it was not tobacca she had smoked but marijuana
which she had imported from the country of Ghana
Released, for now as a non-tobacca smoker she again had rights
she had heavy legal compensation in her sites
but, drat, analysis showed in the joint traces of tobacca
she was sent back to a private jail owned by Kerry Packer.
at the UN they debated whether it was clear
if Polly had the right to breath her own mix of atmosphere
but in Australia anti-smoking had reached a critical stage
movies with smokers now were censured with a blurred image
Polly in the prison courtyard daily strolled
and sometimes defiantly puffed a smuggled hand-rolled
Once on a holiday she got hold of a hidden menthol
but the authorities found out and denied her parole
Olly and Jazmin visited and smuggled in filtertips
bought on the black market from sailors in foreign ships
Once Olly brought a packet with the Marlboro man
which they shared together in the conjugal van
One day it was too much for Polly who'd had enough
She collapsed, too many days since she'd snuck a puff
Soon she lay on the doctor's table livelessly
until he injected nicotene into her introvenously
Now because our society for smoking did her indict
Polly is a hospitialized drug addict
No longer can she, as she lays in bed on the drip,
pursue her God-given right to back a horse on a hot tip
No longer can she skull a jigger of brandy
or bum a fag in the pub from a local dandy
No longer can she take to her sweet lips
the froth of a beer which her own hand tips
No longer can she do what's Dinky Di
all the good things Australian have passed her by.
Now caution all ye Australians as ye hear
the story of Polly who smoked a cigarette a seven year
health, by leglisation, is now one of our responsibilities
we're judged by how deep are our lung capabilities
Olly sticks with her to the end, although he sheds a tear,
because after smoking he's convinced they'll ban beer.
Triumph the wowsers of the State Government over all.
After smokes, there'll be no more middies or glasses tall
for in the 21st century the oppression endured by the citizen
will first and foremost be that of preventive medicine.
2.4 I used to Love Ya Baby
I used to love ya baby
by Paul Cheffers, Copyright 1996
I used to love you baby
but you did me wrong
I used to love you baby
until you hid me bong!
We was a pair that was annoint
but then you went and hid me joint
And then when I went and had a snooze
You broke into the fridge and hid me booze.
It's not the way to Rock and Roll
After all we're both still on parole.
But with you baby I didn't complain
until you went and hid me cocaine.
And of our troubles we hit the origin
when you went and hid me heroin.
I used to love you baby
but you did me wrong
I used to love you baby
until you hid me bong!
You didn't understand the strength of my convictions
that I had about my multiple addictions.
You should have respected my individuality
instead you questioned my constant chemical whimsicality!
Oh how could a Rock and Roll singer possibly put up with
a women who wouldn't snort and sniff!
I used to love you baby
but you did me wrong,
I used to love you baby
until you hid me bong!
2.5 Yesterday (song)
Yesterday
by Paul Cheffers, Copyright 1996
Yesterday
Backjack was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide til May
Oh Yesterday's Pay went suddenly.
Why It Had To Go, I Don't Know
The accountant wouldn't say.
I Read The Race Form Wrong
Now I Long For Yesterday's Pay
Yesterday
That tax bill was so far away
Now it looks as though it's due today
Oh Yesterday's bills came due suddenly.
Suddenly,
I've not half the funds I used to have.
There's bankruptcy standing over me.
Oh Yesterday's bills came
due, suddenly.
2.6 Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby (Humorous Song)
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
You're my baby until I find another one.
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
You're my baby until I find someone more fun.
When I go to the supermarket
I always put my car whereever I can park it.
The food I buy is never the dearest!
I always pick whichever is the nearest!
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
You're my baby because you are not the dearest.
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
You're my baby because you are the nearest!
When I go to the neighboring pub,
I always eat the local grub.
The beer I buy is never the steepest.
I always buy whichever is the cheapest.
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
You're my baby because you're not the steepest.
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
You're my baby because you are the cheapest!
Whenever I take a woman out for dinner
I always tell her she should be much thinner
I always say that if she wants to stay for me
She'll always have to learn to pay for me.
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
You're my baby because you'll stay for me
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
You're my baby because you'll pay for me.
Now that between us has been squared
Whatever between you and I can be aired.
You're not going out with a dag
Instead you're going out with a ratbag.
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
Ain't ya lucky you're not going out with a dag?
Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,
Instead you're going out with a ratbag!!!!
2.7 Kye's Song (song)
Kye's Song
by Paul Cheffers, Copyright 1997
It's gunna be sunny, It's gunna be fine
We're gunna go fishing, son, when the sun does shine.
We're gunna catch blowies by the end of the pier.
We're gunna go to MacDonalds when sundown's near.
You're gunna have an ice cream and play on the swings
Because spending time with you, son, is the best of things.
We're gunna go home to your Mummy
She's gunna fix you something to eat, something real yummy.
We're gunna watch TV and have a playfight
and then I'm gunna go to my car and say goodnight.
Oh I'm gunna remember each one of these evenings
Because spending time with you, son, is the best of things.
I'm sure you gunna grow up to be a fine young man
You'll probably be a surfer with a huge suntan.
I intend to be there each step of the way
It's just a bit sad I won't get to see you each and every day.
Oh, I'm gunna remember, no matter what life may bring
That spending time with you, son, is the best of things.
Spending time with you, son, is the best of things.
2.8 You were a beautiful women (song)
You were a beautiful Women
by Paul Cheffers, Copyright 1998
You were a beautiful women, I was a big fat slob,
You made 50 grand a year, each week I bought home two bob.
But when it came to loving, you always grabbed the handles,
And when it came to putting out the lights, I always blew out the candles.
Now I made my living in the profession of Ronald Biggs,
And you kept the weight down each day with a packet of ciggs.
But when the police came and said: we got him and he's as big as a whale,
You were always really nice about bringing down the bail.
Because you were a beautiful women, I was a big fat slob,
You made 50 grand a year, each week I bought home two bob.
But when it came to loving, you always grabbed the handles,
And when it came to putting out the lights, I always blew out the candles.
Now my living often took me far away from home,
And I had many business meetings under the courthouse dome,
But when it came to me ... being a plaintiff
You were always really nice about bribing the bailiff
Because you were a beautiful women, I was a big fat slob,
You made 50 grand a year, each week I bought home two bob.
But when it came to loving, you always grabbed the handles,
And when it came to putting out the lights, I always blew out the candles.
Now the judge has just given me a sentence of ten years to life,
I guess you wouldn't be interested anymore in being my wife!
But then you said you'd be proud and happy to be my mate.
If I had a 100 kilos to lose, you'd have ten years to wait.
Because you were a beautiful women, I was a big fat slob,
You made 50 grand a year, each week I bought home two bob.
But when it came to loving, you always grabbed the handles,
And when it came to putting out the lights, I always blew out the candles.
Now ten years have past and I've just been released from jail,
And there's my old girlfriend, now withered and pale.
Her money's all gone and ghost writing for Chopper Read has made me lots!
But because she's so beautiful inside, for her I still got the hots!
Because she was a beautiful women, I was a big fat slob,
She made 50 grand a year, each week I bought home two bob.
But when it came to loving, she always grabbed the handles,
And when it came to putting out the lights, I always caused sex scandals.
Super Bitch Blonde
song by Paul Cheffers Copyright 2010
For all those right wing female cable news anchors who are almost always blonde.
Chorus
Super Bitch Blonde
Your tongue is your wand.
Super Witch Blonde
Your schriek is your song
Super Rich Blonde
Your snarl is your bond.
Super Bitch Blonde
Refrains.
(Probably chorus after each refrain)
You tell the poor to work for less
You tell the rich to be heartless
The people you want to be free
are only those that make good TV
When the opposition appears on your show
you interrupt them to earn your dough
You bully the President to lower the minimum wage
Otherwise there'll be Tea Party rage.
The poor criminal goes to jail for life
you become the richest fraudster's wife
The poor get 10 years for a barroom fight
the richman's lawyer gets 10 appeals to write
When the rich man is find to loot
he only gets a tax dispute
Anybody locked away for life can't vote against your type
that's why you're paid to whip up that hype
The US Right has locked more away since Joseph Stalin
And you'll lock more away with President Sarah Palin
The poorman serves 10 years in jail
The richman gets 10 appeals at bail
You paint some poor man as really sick
on your show you constantly cherry pick
Your rich boyfriends only trade bits on a PC
and you pump their stock price up everyday on your TV
When empires stop rising and start to fall
their core population stops doing real and does virtual
You defend and advance inequality
so your bank account can have more quantity
Your male friend fights for his bonus
by putting on the taxpayer his risk and onus
The worker contributes to his pension in the USA
the boss folds his company and says "he won't pay"
After paperizing the assets and moving them overseas
for which the bankers will charge very large fees
America's resources are not infinite
and still need to be managed competently
but how can you do this with a Senate
which fillibusters commonsense habitually
80 percent of your budget is social security, entitlements and defense
for every dollar conservatives save, they spend 2 on an arms race immense
The laws of the marketplace
and the rich's dollar chase
do not condemn all the reforms
nor refute the social norms
meant to help the poor
and avoid social war
so when your marketplace fails
because of greed of the richest males
don't make a bet
that people will forever take on debt
to increase your bosses' net
Super Bitch Blonde
so why don't you get real
and make a good deal
for the poor as well as the rich
Escape from your social niche
and instead of a one sided pitch
play the whole ball game
and be a real dame
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