The Legend of Old Pesky

By oldpesky

Mon, 03 Oct 2011
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When Old Pesky raised up more than his head
An angry editor filled him with lead
Pesky tumbled down his hole in the ground
Where deep within stirred a terrible sound

His missus caressed him close in her arms
Trying to wake him with persuasive charm
She hollered and howled, tears fell from her eyes
Then suddenly and to her great surprise

Old Pesky removed his bulletproof vest
Winked at his missus and tickled her breast
Tell me darling did you think I was dead
Well now I’m not shall we go back to bed

Procreating in typical fashion
The burrow rocked with sounds of hot passion
Their home was never the same thereafter
Due to the sounds of young bunny laughter

The kids soon grew and prepared to leave home
To seek out fortunes and forums to roam
With suitcases packed and passports in hand
They kissed mum goodbye as was her demand

That autumn morn with a northerly blowing
Pesky wept when his youngest was going
His missus consoled him and wiped off his tear
It’s alright darling we’ll have more next year

Old Pesky smiled and cuddled his missus
Squeezed her tightly and showered her with kisses
Never mind next year, I can’t wait till then
Let’s go to bed now, start the cycle again

Certificate U
Poem
Pesky Poetry

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
He...he! you naughty boy oldpesky, but seriously I definitely think you're a poet and I don't know if it was meant to be funny, but it certainly gave me a smile. I think this is brilliant and you're a star old pesky. Thanks for sharing. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Overthetop1 on
`Bunny laughter.' Does this mean Old Pesky is actually a rabbit? This is a very funny poem. What's more, it even rhymes. Actually it reads like a good limerick. Is this your new genre?

Overthetop1

Submitted by oldpesky on
Hi jennifer. The day I write something serious and it gets laughed at for the wrong reasons will be a sad day. However, today is not that day. Thank goodness. Thanks for popping in.

Submitted by oldpesky on
Hello spartar you old cad, or cadette, I think Hemingway sounds like the sort of cheap wine Old Pesky would drink, as does Insanity, but only if it was topped with lemonade.

Submitted by oldpesky on
Ah, Julia, this little ramble, written many many moons ago and found in a cupboard today signifies the humble beginnings of Old Pesky. No, he's not a rabbit, he's a wabbit, usually a cwabbit wabbit, but sometimes quite cheery. This is not my new genre (I've never really fitted into any genre) but there will be more Pesky adventures in the near future.

Submitted by h jenkins on
Funny bunny. I like it. Helvigo Jenkins

Helvigo Jenkins

Submitted by Highhat on
Sweet and cuddly poem OP- it even rhymes- pretty clever for someone who claims they can't write poetry. ;)Pia

Submitted by oldpesky on
Thank you mr jenkins. Now if I could only turn the funny bunny into money, mmmm.

Submitted by oldpesky on
Hi Pia. Sweet and cuddly? Aw shucks. But enough about me, what did you think of the poem? Oh, I see. Yes, well, it may rhyme in all the right places, and it may have ten syllables to each line, but the iambic whatchamacallit pentameter thingymabob is all over the place. When I finished it I hung my head in mock shame, until I noticed the beans spillage from dinner on my clean shirt and then threw my nose in the air like I just didn't care. Unfortunately, it came back down and hit me in the eye, so now it looks like I've been crying over my inability to write a decently-metered poem. Time for a lie down again.

Submitted by Highhat on
You know what OP it wasn't too bad at all but I wouldn't call it profound! You know what I liked and admired? Your dedication in the teaser box-that was the best part- first I thought you were mocking but then I thought No you are taking us seriously- thanks for the kind thoughts... ;)Pia

Submitted by oldpesky on
That sounds like my relatives, and *my christening. Anyway, I forgive, because I'm a christian (*see above), I forget, because of short-term memory loss issues, caused by earlier lifestyle choices, but I never, move out, unless the bailiffs catch up with me. Hmm, think I'm getting the hang of this poetry lark.

Submitted by oldpesky on
Ah Pia, I'm glad you liked my dedication to all those lost souls out there/in here fighting over the one body. I can empathise with most of them, but never them all. Where's the fun in that?

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new oldpesky Hi! Ah! You have good humour poem, under Autobiography means or could be true! Very funny and cleverly written had a laugh! too. No you stay as you are, that's a song to. But the way you have woven the story of romance and family all in great! And bringing in the bullett-proof vest! But you were not dead alive! Bye the way news mountains of Scotland sorry! Have you always been a happy bunny! Keep them coming! Dig out that cupboard be surprised what you might find! julie xx

Submitted by oldpesky on
Hi Richard, when I grow up I want to be a whole writer, rather than my current predicament of being a bit of a writer in a hole. By the way, are you chatting up my imaginary missus? Don't blame you. She looks just like Jessica Rabbit. Young Pesky starts a creative writing course tomorrow night. Fingers crossed he gets the bug.

Submitted by oldpesky on
Thank you very much young Julie. I thought it best to come clean and put it under autobiography rather than my usual thinly veiled attempts at writing about myself and placing it under Fantasy. The truth is now out there. I am indeed a happy bunny, mainly due to the Prozac and Primark bulletproof vest.

Submitted by TVR on
Top form as usual, op. You are most definitely the pied piper of rhyme. Super stuff, great humour. sue

TVR

Submitted by Overthetop1 on
Ah-glad Pia has pointed in the direction of you teaser box, which I accidentally mislaid. Ed please note new category invented just for Old Pesky. Teaser of the week.I came back to re-visit the birth of one of the best of your personalities & so I can have a laugh & go to bed in a reasonable mood. Hope this OP has a long life-span.

Overthetop1

Submitted by hudsonmoon on
I'm liking the oldpesky. I still like the newer oldpesky, too. This piece has a lot of charm and wit. I got a nice feeling from it. Maybe someday, when I'm able to write more than 26 words, I'll come up with something as good. Rich

 

Submitted by Geoffrey on
Lovely stuf OP. I've often wondered what you did in your spare time.

Submitted by oldpesky on
Morning Sue. Once upon a time I was the pied piper of rhyme. Oh no, it's starting again. Hi OTT, that little teaser was for all my friends, some are real and most are imaginary. Sparta, I'd rather have lots of lovely readers than a couple of cherries. However, when I return to writing stories, my spiritual home, my calling, my...okay, that's enough, then I will positively die if not cherrypicked. Kindly spread my ashes over the site. Rich, hopefully one day I'll be able to write something good in 26 words. Geoffrey, I have no spare time. Have you seen the length of sparta's onion story? Have a lovely day everyone.

Submitted by oldpesky on
I don't need no cherries for my pesky poetry, I have plums in the fridge that have ripened rather nicely, so no need to spread my ashes just yet. However, feel free to begin gathering sticks for the big fire. It's only a month until Old Pesky Fawkes night.

Submitted by Cavalcader on
New Oldpesky Hi! I'm going barmy,forgot to put word snow1 high hills Scotland. We are meant to get here by Friday, owing to indian summer call it. Hot Hot! Ah! Prozac difficult one to take know a few who had, then all have certain side effects, should only be used short time! unless told.Well when 1st came on here, year or so, saw all rows cherries! scared me. Really didn'tknow what for, but can be trying. As I am? Well I boguht some nectarines ptu in bowl, soften up, next they were mouldy, and I had touched that one, from market. 10 cheap. Shop grocery before were scrumptious. No definitley flare for cartoon poetry you have. Not sure if you have missus you say, then good at fantasy! I never know category put mine under. Guy Fawkes not keen, had cracker jacks chase,me a girl's alley way, when at school. Pop would put rocket one on end of paint bucket! wow! didn't it go. Procession once three torches in each hand alight, caught someones hair. I hear christmas good in Scotland and Hogmany. Take care, use that stick? gOOd day Chichester Cathedral, and painting exhibiton ove 2o rooms, tiring steps, quite expensive. Saw great works someones paintings, sell the big issue,fab; in all adversity, turning his life around And was on tv news.Do they see big issue in Scotland If staff sent our work up, all got paid poem,story painting homeless mainly aged from 16-80.See re-opened in July, close refurbishment. Cookery now I think. Train packed up choc o block waited 2nd one coming back? Keep writing. Maybe send your's of could,but seems shorter ones print sometimes. Bad news, never went singing day centre, better now Ray took me to Chichester, while there, I sat did short prayers, Ray non believer, but photoed blast, few 2nds me in prayer. Then vicar don't think Bishop,said prayer of St Richard out,join in, so few did. Not been church 8 months. Have a good day. Sometimes all writer's and peots so good, big words, don't know, don't know if all is true,so good, so don't answer! or could be. Receive different way.Best of luck if started creative writing. but you don't need it. julie xx julie xx

Submitted by oldpesky on
Ah, Julie, both Young Pesky and I are looking forward to the snow coming so we can strap ourselves onto a plank of wood and slide down the slopes in considerable style and lots of howling. (see Howling Like a Rabid Wolf story for further details) Doesn't matter if you go to church or not, as long as you believe and spare the Big Fella a few words now and again.

Submitted by celticman on
A legend of a poem. Unbreakable in its gallusness.

 

Submitted by oldpesky on
I'm taking a note of that spelling of gallusness, it's a word and philosophy that's been missing for far too long

Submitted by andrea on
Watching Call The Midwife might cool your ardour - at the very least it'll cool the missus' ardour:) Had me chuckling, this one... http://www.ukauthors.com

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Submitted by oldpesky on
I'm typing this from the Doctor's waiting room after watching Call The Midwife on iplayer last night. Yikes!

Submitted by Denzella on
Hi oldpesky, I feel like I'm in a doctor's waiting room time it takes me to get down to where I can comment. Next time I'll make an appointment! Love your stuff! That's all! Worth the journey down here though just to let you know. Moya
 

Submitted by oldpesky on
Ah, popped in for little trip down memory lane. This poem was the birth of old pesky, written a long, long time ago in galaxy far, far away by a good friend. Obviously I've updated it for the modern age. ie swopped editor for moderator. If I remember correctly, I dedicated this to all my friends who have more than one account, as that is what the poem is about. Oh, the memories...

Submitted by Denzella on
I'm back for second helpings. Sill love this. You really are the legend that is old pesky! Moya
 

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