hah, habit, habitable, habitat

To find yourself homeless,
Is no laughing matter.
And if you overhear, "Hah";
Objections should clatter.

Those down and out seem to have a habit,
Of abiding in makeshift dwellings,
Which really run the gambit.
Some use cardboard boxes, 'neath the railroad track,
Others use a cave or tumbledown shack,
Or leaky ole hut, afar in the outback.

But no one should forget, 'bout their fellow man,
'Cause Habitat for Humanity will lend a helping hand.
With much hard work and generosity so sweet,
They'll provide habitable housing,
For those who are bogged, in financial defeat.

I laughed aloud, hah when my smoking was called
a very bad habit.

Said the smoke made my home barely habitable,
said it smelled like the inside of an old shoe.

To them my answer was easy,
I stuck my tongue out, shouting, "Oh poo on you."

Banged some pots together to urk them, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,
Then in no uncertain terms told them, gather your shi* and vacate my habitat.
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Shall we try the I? Now my dictionarys are from my high school years (you know the dark ages) but the words chosen are the first four mine shows.

I, ice, icicle, I'd

Chatty, that made me chuckle .

I, ice, icicle, I'd

A red rose bush grew big and strong,
By our kitchen window.
It bloomed and bloomed all summer long;
Blossoming sweet and mellow.

Winter; I delighted in it’s icy dress,
Where icicle hung long and crystal clear.
The joy it brought was no less,
Than from flowers in the warmer year.

I’d squish behind the brittle branches,
And grab me an icicle or two.
The sun light on the ice enchances
Warmed my lips so cold and blue.

I played in my own world then,
Sparkly and silver lined.
Ice princesses and Ice prince men
Till my mother called for dinner time.

words: I, ice, icicle, I'd

If everybody focused on the big I,
The world would be in a mess,
And here is why.

The National Armed Forces would have no recuits,
We'd have NO volunteers for community service pursuits,
No one would deliver the Meals on Wheels,
Everyone would give themselves the very best deal,
Charitable handouts would be zero 'n nil,
Food pantries would go unattended, unfilled,
There'd be no first responders on stand by reply,
And no missionaries in the field to help, by the bye.

An icicle would feel warmer,
Than congregational meetings,
And members at the corner church,
Would suddenly be fleeting.

The Golden Rule would emit,
Emotions colder than ice,
And if I cared, to care 'bout others,
I'd surely have to think twice!

J words ought to be good!
And they R: jab, jabber, jabberwocky, jabiru


Jab is the first word, I see in the j's,
And it means thrust, blow, or punch, so they say.

Jabber and jabberwocky are gibberish stuff,
Nothing of substance, they're merely fluff.

Jabiru is a tropical, American stork,
It walks through mud 'n sand,
Like some kind o' dork!

But no matter how you line 'em up,
Those four words together,
Won't buy coffee for anyone's cup!

jab, jabber, jabberwocky, jabiru

Gonna write a jabberwocky,
Just silly, dilly, nonsense talky.

And if you call a Jabiru a stupid dork,
Your wrong, cause its a large American stork.

And if we all want to get out of this alive,
Don’t jab Jabber; that ain't no jive!

Edelweiss3,
Cute poem. Wasn't really callin' a Jabiru a dork, just tryin'
to top off the rhyme like a champagne cork! LOL...

Hey ya'll: You kin jab jabber, if ya want. No problemme,,,

Just finished an edit so can take some time,
to see if I can work up a proper rhyme.

The first word is jab hell thats not so bad,
oops, gotta run clean up the pee from my big yellow lab.

Now comes jabber a mighty fine word,
Oops dogs at it aqain, this time its a turd.

I never seen one in my life, a jabberwocky,
But if you should, buzz me on my walkie, talkie.

I think I'll go and catch me a jabiru,
Dress it down and cook it in a tasty, hot stew.

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Chatty,
That's a cute, funny poem. Really enjoyed it! Have been waiting
to see what you'd come up with. Cool!