MORBID POEMS 4 MORBID PEOPLE

by Heironymous S. Anon-y-Mous
BROTHER HARRY

Mother made a gallon of marmalade,
And set it out back to cool in the shade.
Brother Harry ate every bit of it,
And died late that night from a sugar fit.

We mixed cocoa and milk in a large vat,
And dipped his body in dark chocolate.
Now Harry’s preserved as a candy bar,
Up there on the shelf in that large glass jar.

Mother’s Stew

While Willie’s mother was cooking a stew,
He dropped in spiders, flies and a toad or two.
For his big sister, whom he just despised,
When she ladled it out she'd be surprised,
 
LITTLE WILLIE

Little Willie went to the zoo,
And crawled into the lion’s cage.
He was gone in a bite or two,
And died at just six years of age.
This quite upset Willie’s mother,
Watching the lion her son ingest.
The lion winked at Willie’s brother,
And then laid down to take his rest.

LITTLE MILLI

Little Milli sat on the railroad track,
The train stopped with a squeeeal!
The brakemen then came running back,
To scrape Milli off the wheel.

 
I HAD IT ALL...WELL ALMOST

I had a fish, I had a frog,
I had a cat, I had a dog,
I had it all, dear friend of mine,
Except for you, my Valentine!

Fiddle De Dee

Oh fiddle-de-dee,
Why can't you see?
Oh...Fiddle-de-dee
Here's Emma 'n Me!

The Tiger & The Hunter
Heironymous S. Anon-Y-Mous

The tiger sought his noonday meal,
When a white hunter he did spy,
He thought, “White meat has such appeal,
Today I shall give it a try.”
Quickly, silently he did steal
Upon his unsuspecting prey,
Then pinioned him with jaws of steel,
‘Twas the White Hunter’s fateful day.
But after just a bite or two,
He turned and slowly walked away:
“This isn’t something I’d like to eat,
I find the flavor disdainful,
I much prefer the darker meat,
That white meats totally anal!”

Copyright 2003 H. E. Morseburg

The Lion's Roar

A lion met a tiger as they drank beside a pool,
Said the tiger to the lion, "Why are you roaring like a fool?"
That's not foolish," said the lion, with a twinkle in his eyes,
"For I am called the King of Beasts because I advertise."

A rabbit heard them talking and he sped home like a streak,
He thought he'd try the lion's plan, but his roar came out a squeak.
A fox came to investigate, had luncheon in the woods,
The Moral: When you advertise, be sure you've got the goods.

NOTE: This is not my poem.  I found it in a small

newspaper years ago--without an attribution.

COWBOYS WAY TO DO'ER

When a fellers been a'straddle
Since he's old enuf' to ride,
And he larns to swing his saddle
On most any colored hide

Though it's nuthin' to take pride in,
Most fellers I have know'd...
If they ever done much ridin'
Has at diff'rent times bin trhow'd.

If yer got a long hard battle
And yer got the guts to fight,
Then just climb back in yer saddle,
But be sure to cinch her tight.

Life don't tell us what we're gittin',
So if yer want to win fer sure,
When it's buckin', don't be quittin',
That's the cowboys way to do'er.

It's the stayin' when its ruffest
And its spurrin' 'em agin'.
The feller who proves the tuffest,
Is the one who's gonna' win.
THE MAN WHO WASN'T THERE!
by Howard E. Morseburg

The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today,
Oh, how I wish he'd go away.

He seemed as cuckoo as could be,
Yet never said a word to me;
And every time I thought he'd talk,
He'd turn around and off he'd walk.

No one saw him again today,
And yet they said he came this way.
Even though he was still around,
He wasn’t where he could be found.

He named his daughters One to Four,
And told his wife they'd have four more,
She answered that she didn't care,
Because he wasn't ever there.

He set his watch at five to eight,
The names, he thought, just couldn’t wait.
He had to play such silly games
To remember his daughter’s names.

But now he’s left, he’s gone his way,
And no one’s seen him since that day.
He wasn't there before he went;
We should elect him President.
 
The first four lines were a
little poem the kids would recite
when I was young, so
I added a few verses to them. 

copyright 1997 Howard E. Morseburg

 

WILD FLOWERS

Little Millie was our delight,
A child of smiles and laughter.
She giggled on from dawn to night,
We didn't foresee disaster.
 
She walked along the railroad track,
The train stopped with a squeal.
The conductor came running back,
To remove Milli from 'neath the wheel.
(next column)
We dug a grave in dark of night,
And buried her 'neath the willow.
Wild flowers grow for her delight,
The soft earth is her pillow.
 
On summer nights when all is still,
In forest 'round no sound is heard.
A full moon rises o'er the hill,
Our Milli rests, in peace deserved.
 
Heironymous S. Anon-Y-Mous again.
TWO BUCK TIM!
 
One night as Tim and I walked down town
I met a little honey.
She wore a sheer pink strapless gown,
And soon had all my money.
 
I'd a' followed her to Timbuktu,
If she'd a' only had me,
But then she took poor Tim's bucks too,
She treated us most badly.
 
Her lovely figure I'll n'er forget,
'Twas a vision 'fore my eyes.
I'll follow her and win her yet,
Then live life in Paradise!

PROSTITUS UNITE US
by Heironymous Anon-y-Mous

Oh dear Doctor, how nice it’d be,

If I didn’t have to get up to pee
At three and four and five a.m.
Then drag on back to bed again.

Instead of having dreams so great,

All night I’m thinking “urinate.”
I rise…to pee a wee thin stream,
Is relief for me a far-fetched dream?

(Dedicated to my Urologist.)

Copyright 1993 Howard E. Morseburg Solvang, CA)
Poem: One Day at a Time (Home Page)

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HOME COMING QUEEN
by Heironymous S. Anon-y-Mous

Mary was our “Home-Coming Queen,”
The prettiest girl we’d ever seen.
She loved our whole darned football squad,
And each in turn loved Mary’s ‘bod’.

But Mary made a great mistake.
Thinking sex was a piece of cake,
One day there came the realization,
She’d soon increase the population.

She knew that she must go full term,
So her resolve became quite firm;
‘Cause she was against abortion,
She sued them all to pay a portion.

“Not mine,” each cried from the witness stand,
“That babe did not come from my gland!”
“With this poor maid you all did play,
Now,” ruled the Judge, “you all must pay.”

They now take turns changing diapers,
While the others act as wipers.
They hold the spoon while baby slurps,
Then pat his back until he burps.

Mary’s life has been pure joy
Since giving birth to her baby boy.
She sleeps ‘til noon…has lots of money;
She’s glad she kept this little honey!

copyright 1998 Howard E. Morseburg


Let children dream on, their imaginations take flight,
Success comes to those who keep their goals in sight,
It was but one small step for the boy and his bear,
As they touched the ground from the Moon-lander’s stair,
Yes, adventures which begin in a child’s active mind,
Can one day become a giant step for Mankind!
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Verse from For the Love of An Old Teddy Bear.
by Howard E. Morseburg. - Copyright 1994

MOMMA'S BOY

Phillip was a Momma's boy,
On that everyone could agree.
He was his Momma's pride and joy,
It was easy enough to see.
One day he shot her in the head,
The neighbors were all aghast.
When asked why he shot Momma dead,
He simply said, "Ahhh...I'm free at last."
 
I DID ASPIRE

When I was young, I did aspire,
To meet that nice Miss Untermeyer.
Ah, but what proved to be my fate,
With sagging jowls and balding pate,
To meet her forty years too late!
And I was fated to live on...alone,
For now her heart had turned to Stone.

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The first verses of each of these next two poems were known to every kid in school back in the 30's, but I thought I'd add a little bit to it.
Once again, the first eight lines were attributed to an Anonymous poet and I
heard them when I was young.  I've added three verses to this little poem.

(c) 1996 Verses in Italics are not mine. They're truly: Anonymous.

There are many people today to whom any reference one makes to a different ethnicity is seen as a form of intolerance or racism. Humor has become so one-dimensional that one can only use jokes or stories that are one dimensional or self-deprecating, if they wish to avoid controversy and being called a racist.
My actions over a long lifetime speak for my core beliefs. Today we have too many professional victims, the whiners and criers who see an "intended slight" in the most innocent remarks, in school names, or mascots for either profession or amateur teams. It's the current disease of epidemic proportions: HHV (Hysterical Historical Victimization).

They search for a single offending word, and then immediately take umbrage with it. What these victims fail to understand is that we all face the same problem in one form or another. It begins at an early age with the kid who is to fat or too skinny, or who limps, the kid who is too pale, the kid who is darker than the others, the one with too many freckles, and then as they grow, those with less athletic ability, the one with all the pimples, the one who stammers, and so it goes on through life.

Even amongst each ethnic group, the very same problems exist. Look at the wars, no not wars, the absolute slaughters that have taken place in Bosnia, Serbia, Albania, and all over Africa. Everyone ignores them, while continuously arguing here about the smallest of perceived slights. They never discuss the loss of 700,000 men, women and children and the horrible atrocities in the continual conflicts between the Hutus and the Tutsuis.
They'll take one isolated killing of a member of a minority group by a couple of illiterate jerks in some small obscure town as an example of America's injustice towards a whole segment of its citizens, with the Press following along with moronic editorials that blow things all out of proportion. Usually it has nothing to do with a racial problem at all. <.

Copyright 1997 1/16/97 rev.10/30// 2001 Howard E. Morseburg
 
Oh, Brother, where art thou?

Copyright 10/ 1/96 Solvang Publishing

(I write poems under two other names. I wanted one that was synonymous, so I chose to use Heironymous Anon-y-Mous, sometimes known as Heironymous S. Anon-y-Mous, or Heironymous Synonymous Anon-y-Mous). All rights reserved.

Morbid Poems (vers.1V) copyright 2001 howard e. morseburg
I write poems under two other names. I wanted one that was synonymous, so I chose to use Heironymous Anonymous, sometimes known as Heironymous S. Anonymous, or Heironymous Synonymous Anonymous).
Morbid Poems (vers.1V) copyright 2001 howard e. morseburg

ROMEO AND JULIETTE SERIES lll
by Heironymous S. Anon-y-Mous
ROMEO AND JULIETTE
Japanese Version

Romeo and Juliette,
Went for noodles when they first met.
He ordered her the largest bowl,
Which pleased this kind and gentle soul.

Even though she loved this man,
He was from a different clan.
When her stomach grew large and round,
He wasn't anywhere to be found.

Her father said, "Since you can't marry,
Suggest that you do ‘hari-kari’!"
She cried, but she couldn’t be his wife,
And so, despondent, took her life.

Alas, as she lay dying on the floor,
Romeo came rushing through the door. '
Grief-stricken, he too fell on the sword.
Moral:
When you're in love, you're never bored.

ROMEO & JULIETTE #1
by Heironymous S. Anon-y-Mous

Romeo and Juliette ate,

A large pizza on their first date.
While Romeo his coffee slurped,
His Juliette uncouthly burped.
He said, "It's something Julie 'et,
I'da rather she'd ordered the spaget!"
Thus saved two lives, this bit of fate,
For they never had another date.

copyright 8/12/96 Howard. E. Morseburg

ROMEO SMITH (IV)
High School Jock


Romeo Smith was the greatest jock in town,
He was loved by all the girls aroun'.
But Juliette Jones was his lady love,
He was as true to her as the stars above.
They went to church every Sunday morn:
Their hearts were gold, they were Christians born.
They abided by the golden rule each day,
And they lived their lives in a moral way.

But temptation drew them too close one night
And from that time forth it just seemed right,
On Sundays they were at their very best,
But their passions flamed on all the rest.
They kept well their secret, and were doing just fine,
But on Juliette's waist there was a very bad sign.
It grew slowly in size, and in the wrong place,
An obvious problem they'd soon have to face.

For this was a sin that had often been preached,
The Garden of Eden once more had been breached!
Juliette's family couldn't stand the shame,
So she left their home, to absolve them of blame.
Romeo Smith his heart broken inside,
Searched for his love o'er the whole country wide.
It was whiskey that finally done him in,
---Just one more victim of original sin!

ROMEO & JULIETTE
Spanish Version

Senor Romeo strolled through the park,
Then spied Juliette just after dark.
He whispered sweet words into her ear,
His one desire should have been clear.

He had no love for this young woman,
His advantage lay in that she was human.
First they embraced and then they kissed,
In passions grip not much was missed.

The Senorita at dawn went home,
And faced the wrath of Don Picon.
T’was a proud Spanish matador,
Who met his daughter at the door.

Too soon it was quite evident,
On that fateful eve how far things went.
For on that night she’d conceived a child,
The shame of it just drove him wild.

That Romeo! He’d challenge him to duel,
He’d have revenge on that young fool.
With swords they long fought in the park,
Then…his foil pierced the young man’s heart.
Moral:
If you bait the bull, then be the master,
If you're not, it's sure disaster.

ROMEO AND JULIETTE II
Italian Version

Oh, Romeo and Juliette,
Had a pizza when they first met,
He ordered her the largest pizza,
Which she thought was kind'a neat'za.

He took her for a moonlight ride,
And parked along the oceanside.
He was full of boyhood charm,
She thought his love could do no harm.

When her stomach grew round and firm,
He said, as he began to squirm,
"I think it's somethin' Julie 'et,
She should'a ordered the spaget'."

Her family never understood,
They were members of a dif'rent hood.
They would not let the lovers wed,
And from their wrath the young man fled.

In grief she chose to take her life,
With the family carving knife.
As she went on to her "here-after”,
He hung himself from a rafter.
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The moral of this story's neat:
On your first date, kids, just don't eat!
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THE HUNTIN' GAME IN ILLINOIS
By Heironymous Anon-y-Mous

 
Oh Romeo met Juliette,
In a joint down in Williamette,
This wily lad asked Juliette,
To take a spin in his Corvette.

He spoke such words of true devotion,
Vowed his love "deep as the ocean".
When she sighed...full of emotion'
He put his scheme into motion.

He drove out through the countryside,
While she enjoyed the lovely ride,
He found a road to the lakeside,
And there made love ‘til morning-tide.

Yes, she fell in love that every night
But girls in love aren’t very bright
Although he wasn’t "Mister Right"
She found in him her true delight.

When the rabbit died, his fate was sealed,
He claimed the cards had been misdealed.
And wouldn’t wait ‘til church bells peeled
Juliette’s strengths were then revealed.
[next column over...]
 
Four brothers came, shot-guns in hand
Forc’d him to buy that golden band
Her father then brought him to stand...
Before the Preacher on their land.

He’s married now, he has a spouse,
For Juliette he cleans the house,
For Juliette he does the dishes,
For Juliette he fills her wishes.

This is how the seducer lives,
Obeying orders that she gives,
He tills the soil 'til setting sun,
His wine and women days are done.

His Corvette’s now a chicken coop
Black leather seats-—white chicken poop,
He works each day so very hard,
Six screaming kids run 'round the yard!

The moral:
Be wary that you're not the game,
When you’re out huntin' for a dame!

ROMEO AND JULIETTE II
Italian Version

Oh, Romeo and Juliette,
Had a pizza when they first met,
He ordered her the largest pizza,
Which she thought was kind'a neat'za.

He took her for a moonlight ride,
And parked along the oceanside.
He was full of boyhood charm,
She thought his love could do no harm.

When her stomach grew round and firm,
He said, as he began to squirm,
"I think it's somethin' Julie 'et,
She should'a ordered the spaget'."

Her family never understood,
They were members of a dif'rent hood.
They would not let the lovers wed,
And from their wrath the young man fled.

In grief she chose to take her life,
With the family carving knife.
As she went on to her "here-after”,
He hung himself from a rafter.
+ + + + + + + +
The moral of this story's neat:
On your first date, kids, just don't eat!
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ROMEO OF THE WEST
(The Rodeo Angels)

Juliette met her Romeo

At Denver’s National Rodeo
Two champions met and life was bliss
Their love grew stronger with each kiss.
He was riding bucking horses
While she raced ‘round barreled courses.
They traveled the circuit through that year
And won the Champion’s belt and gear.
She was top rider of her kind
Racing like demons were behind.

Both families made their feelings known
Give up this love or they’d be disowned!
For she was black and he was white;
Discrimination proved their plight.
Some angry words; hot tempers flashed,
The dreams they shared were quickly dashed.
She was thrown hard on her next ride,
And he held her gently as she died.

In his despair and deep remorse,
He chose to ride their wildest horse.
Then spurred it on, he wouldn’t bend,
But the bronc fought him to the end....
And when they fell...through splintered wood,
The silent crowd…as one they stood.
‘Twas on that day three champions died,
But love for them was no more denied.

*****
Now somewhere in the skies above
Two angels share those bonds of love
And holding hands in eternal bliss.
They bless new lovers with a kiss!.

COPYRIGHT 1999 H. E. Morseburg rev. 10/27/01


by Hieronymous S. Anon-Y- Mous,
the wandering Bard 

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