These fun poems were written in the 2,015th year of our land.

surely whirly its true

surely whirly its true

A poem by Shawn White

Whirly fun, surely you will find a fun time within these gummy good words.  This series aims to tell a story, a poem or adventure straight from my magical mouth. Not every moment is a serious one, sometimes we need to rest, relax and let our imaginations run wild.

If you think this poem is silly, you will discover many others like it.  If you like bonus grins or a jump kickingly good times, then look no further.  The core of who I am is rooted in silliness.  What do we have if we cannot laugh, smile and be jolly?

Clearly I have a message, I aim to achieve my dreams and passions.  I want to help those who need help, I desire to change the world and inspire others to do great things.  I will do all of these things and more.  Ultimately I will discover how to be my own health advocate, and teach others to become theirs.

What is the value of our spirituality, philosophy or religion if we cannot love?  If we cannot make our feelings and faith manifest?

Embracing the beauty of the universe is often neglected by everyone, it is not a symptom of a disease.  It is the byproduct of the hypnotic fog of complacency surrounding and saturating our lives.

I have always tried to enjoy the fruity flavor of life and all the love it had to offer. There have been times when the foam of life has obstructed the taste experience. Where the other feels masked the most important ones.  It is in these moments that we do our best to know that our frilly furls, and silly songs will one day return.

whirly silliness



surely whirly its true


Beef, chicken, pop-tarts and glue.
I just cant get enough of you.

While I eat my favorite flavor,
Hanging out with my fun savior
I beat the heat, by taking a seat,
And I wear my hat to the side
Like a big yellow slippery slide
And Im filled with so much watah
I just gotta to holla

Later Ill be Drinking a beer with big ol daddy deer
While smores are cooked on oars.

But today, if I may.
I will say
Yes indeed, surely whirly its true,
Today wheely really will be,
The best day to chill with you.

So scroll just a little bit lower and click on the magical link.  I am sure the interwebs and my voluptuous voice will fill your heart with smiles. 🙂


Its simply you

Its simply you


Billy. Jillian. Billy Gew. Thats how I know that I knew you.
Lauren. Morris and Borris too. Thats how I know that you ate glue.
Peter. Paul. Betty and Sue, I remember when we found that shoe.
Roger, Timmy, Thomas and Toenail. I remember when we made that cow go moo.

These are the friends I bought at the store. All my old ones were such a bore. But now if you must know, I have made so very many many more.

I met Todd sitting on a log. His face was red and his ears so big.
And then there was Ned, sitting on that fluffy bed. He told me to call him Tackey Matty, and introduced me to Milly Dew.

Robby was known for being soggy and wore big brown shoes. Maloney ate bologni and constantly said show me after shouting whew!

I met Gore while he was sore, recovering from his walk to the store.

Tommy said he was a toadstool and was really good at pool. Doug owned a filthy pug named Lug and had a girlfriend named Geri.

Now with all these friends I dont know what to do. Clearly I cant go boohoo. Sometimes I am weary, but now I know, that if I want to be happy I have to put on a show.

Now I need to call Billy, Jillian, Billy Gew, Lauren, Morris and Borris too. I need to contact Peter, Paul, Betty and Sue, Roger, Timmy, Thomas and Toenail. I’ll have to find Todd and his log, Ned also known as Tacky Matty, and let us not forget about Milley Dew. I will get Robby, Maloney, Gore, Tommy, Doug plus his pug named Lug… and even Geri too.

Now I have almost everyone, but not just yet.
I know I missing something.
What should I get?

Oh yes now I know
That something is simple.
Its simply you!

Refrigerator Raiders

Refrigerator Raiders


When refrigerator raiders…
Get their hands on tele potato-matos…
And the potator haters flex their baby make-ors…

Thats when we know we need to call in help from the bella bottom beans.

They’ll shake and bake em till a snake goes wither whirl.
They’ll make their butter curl.
And in the end they’ll make those refridgerator raiders weilding tele potatoe-matos wish they never unfurled with their potator hating baby makors.

He had a Voice

He had a Voice


He had a voice, it was as though he had a choice.
It was made of air and it made everyone stare.
And so he fought the need to return with a parting glare.
Instead he smiled, laughed over there and jumped into the air like a floating flare.




Like terminator,
Is the popular verb of potato
Like shark-nado
But instead potato-nato
Similar to our nato,
Showing peace to the world,
with furls and curls.
But let us not forget about the girls, the ones doing twirls and potato-whirls.
Swimming and trimming the root,
Telling our potators where to shoot.

Have some Words

Have some Words


One day we will have words, and they will be more interesting than turds. They will be fun and made from chewing gum. They will be happy and sappy and filled with glue. They will be more fun to listen to than playing the flute.