The Great Jail Break

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Wisty and Schmoo....

Wisty and Schmoo got into a fight,
They gave the warden quite a fright.

Wisty was shoveling with her spoon,
While Schmoo was providing a view of the moon.

Schmoo moved to the left
Leaving Wisty quite bereft,

Of cover in this circumstance.
Leaving the warden looking askance.

Imagine how quick he turned,
When seeing his sentencing about to be spurned.

Schmoo and Wisty started down the tunnel,
Poured themselves through as though through a funnel.

For years they had been hatching a plan,
To escape this jail, get away from the man.

And, now was their chance to find out who,
Could run the fastest, Wisty or Schmoo.

Through the tunnel underground,
Up through the soil, their feet did pound.

Waving to the warden they just knew,
They would escape any second, but for the pile of poo.

Slipped em, tripped em, made them fall,
All the warden could do was call.

Called for the hose, called for the nurse,
threatened them next time with a hearse.

And so ends Wisty and Schmoo's Great Escape.
Nothing more than a muddy scrape.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

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crazysox

Haha! It made me laugh. A fun read. :)
In a few instances, the rhythm gets mixed up a bit. Also, I think you should keep the order the same, just for the feel of it. Wisty and Schmoo. Wisty and Schmoo. Wisty and Schmoo. It throws you off a bit to suddenly hear 'Schmoo and Wisty', especially when it's not switched around for rhyming purposes.
A great poem nonetheless. Keep up the creativity!

Posted 12 Years Ago

FJ Davis

Getting misty over Wisty and low about Schmoo; really wanted them to make it.
The thought of poo-shoe also got me down a bit.
You are a very curious human being, Moody Judy.
But, I must admit, this read was kinda fun!