Monday, 23 January 2017

4 Raps or Rhymes keeping up with the times.

The Terror Pup.

I got a dog -a bitch-
she's only small -a titch-.
A terror; a terrier;
a bone buryer.

It took me hours
to plant some flowers.
The terror pup
dug them all up.

Replaces them with bones...
and mobile phones.
A digger, a scratter,
a very good ratter.

She kills pet mice,
not nice!
And Rabbits!
so many bad habits.

She chases cats,
and wind blown hats.
She chases birds,
rolls around in fox turds.
She chased a fox,
and savaged my socks.

In the chicken run?
She had lots of fun.
The feathers flew,
that's true.

A one bitch Rat-pack.
A hunter, a throwback
to days gone by;
She killed a fly.
that buzzed her eye.

She's very quick,
she looks angelic,
Small in size,
Big brown eyes,

Vermin hater,
 terminator.
Love her to bits.

Pensioners Rap.

I'm going to have a shout at rap,
close this yawning generation gap.
I'm 70 and  up for it.
lets have a go,
Yo!
we'll strut our stuff in the hood,
that's good.
We have our soul,
 and rock and roll
Now live in this time, talk in rhyme,
lets have a go; Yo!
We all have our point of view,
Now it's their time give them their due,
let go, Yo!
Come on you Dads, here's your chance
strut your stuff take a stance shout at the pensioners rapping dance ...
EN-IT!

Dads Rap Pack.
Come on Dads' now here's the chance,
 join in with Dads' Rap Pack Dance.
Wave your hands up in the air;
 Kids embarrassed? You don't care.

Jump around on spindly legs,
the blood will rush to those old pegs.
Do a roll, you know you can,
spin on the floor like a fresh air fan.

The Mother Rap Packers follow on,
fans of Walter, Fred & John.
Wear your flat cap back to front,
Your on the dancing partner hunt.

Now we've all got on the floor,
youngsters making for the door.
we don't care were having fun,
We are Dads' Rap Packers son.

The pubs all ours now kids gone,
we'll have an old fashioned singalong.
Move you arms like a choo-choo train,
back to your childhood again.

Grab a partner, swing her round,
grab another when she falls to the ground.
Let your daft out, no one cares,
they all know you've had many beers.

Had a good Night? I think so,
in the morning you'll be feeling low.
head is banging, embarrassed too,
it all floods back as you sit on the loo.

Lets Rap, Pack?  ENIT!


Rap Aint Crap.

 Tap our plates to new poetry.
Stop yo winging rap aint bad,
Follow me, the rap granddad.
wear your caps; beanies too;
If your shy a hood'll do.
Tap, tap, tap it's rap
Put over the top yo point of view,
like Keats and Wordsworth; Tennyson too.
Older poets then me or you
Musics fast catchy- few!
tap those feet hear t words,
don't dismiss like verbal turds.
Tap, tap to the rap.
Not boring ranting crap it's new poetry ITS RAP!
Iceberg cool, cool as ice, all the rage raging on the new age.
tap, tap to the rap.
Hip hop Is that a cop?The Oldest Rapper in Town.

Popular Posts

A Croc 'o' Dial

A Croc 'o' Dial
Smile your on my happy blog.

About me.I like to laugh, so I have written this blog to make everyone laugh.

About me.I like to laugh, so I have written this blog to make everyone laugh.
Like Live Laugh and love; My favorite 'L' words.

Going Out Rutting With Rudolf

Going Out Rutting With Rudolf