The Wet Noodle Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams
The Wet Noodle
I was born in World War Two,
and often dreamed what I would do
if sent to fight in Timbuktu
with only a wet noodle.
I'd put those scoundrels in their place
and send them home in great disgrace
by slapping them across the face
with my wet noodle.
I'd come back home to such great fame,
having built my noteworthy name
by putting the enemy to such shame
with my wet noodle.
I met a gal who seemed so hot,
and thought that we might tie the knot,
but she said: 'Huh? That's all you've got?
That wet noodle? '
That insult cut me to the bone,
and caused me then to moan and groan,
so now I sit here all alone
with my wet noodle.
Belle, thank you for the comment. Sorry for the slow response, but I haven't been around much lately.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hilarious stuff that goes straight to MyPoemList! My side hurts from laughing...
Ron, once again you have outdone yourself. I laughed all the way through this one, especially on stanza four. To my favorites!
stanza four is my favorite, of course. please explain 'wet noodle' here, or isn't there a good explanation. I think 'noodle' is (also) used as slang for brain/mind/head. ?
In your case, Bri, your noodle and your head are the same thing! : )
Bri, thank you so much for commenting. Please read my poet's notes if you haven't already done so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/31/2025 7:36:06 PM # 1.0.0
I LOVE noodles!