Limerick Poems About Dance | Dance Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Kristin Carter |
Categories: imagination, life, nature, places,

I Met This Charming Moonbeam Last Night

The arms of the willow started to sway
and this curious glow rippled my way.
While flirting with my feet,
nature played a song so sweet.
The lake our dance floor 'til the sun's first ray.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny, dance, fire, dance,

My Big Fat Cousin's Wedding

My favorite cousin named Marge is almost as big as a barge. So one would assume, not knowing the groom, the guy would most likely be large. But he was a small man named Tim “As thin as a broom” describes him. While Marge would guffaw, Tim would watch her with awe and just smile for he was so prim! When the preacher addressed him and said, “You may now kiss the bride,” Tim turned red, for their lips could not meet. With high heels on her feet, Marge stood towering over his head. She leaned down while Tim stood on his toes, but for being in such a strange pose, Marge then came toppling down crushing Tim neath her gown while the whole church erupted in “Ohhhhh’s.” All was well, and thereafter, we ate; then we planned next to dance until late. But none could foresee the small tragedy that had us all leaving by eight! Marge had tossed off her heels for a glide on the dance floor, but when they both tried to dance, Tim got snagged by that dang gown and dragged as his bride was beginning to slide. Now shoeless, poor Marge could not stop. Toward a table with candles on top, they slid, and the groom then set fire to the room by landing with a belly flop. Poor Tim by the candles got lit, and we were all having a fit, for the fire got spread fast till the Best Man at last got us all wet extinguishing it! Inspired by the title of the movie: My Big Fat Greek Wedding & : Joann Grisetti's "My Cousin's Wedding" Poetry contest


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: happy, life, uplifting, wisdom,

I Choose To Be Happy

I choose to be happy each day
no matter what blocks the sun's rays.
I'll still jump, catch the train,
do sun dance in the rain;
and then gather today fresh flowers bouquet.

I choose to be glad and be grateful,
to count all my blessings, be cheerful.
I may go up then under,
but keep on and I ponder;
it feels good to do things and be joyful

I choose to be a smile in the night,
a spark in the dark that burns bright;
to someone who’s down,
a laughter and clown,
moreover a channel of joy and delight.












11 September 2015
For Casarah's Get Happy 101 Contest


Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: happiness, love,

SKAT LOVE

She raises her goblet to the moon while standing on a sturdy bridge 
Here’s to you my effervescent friend, we’ll be together till the end 
Way too many heart breaks 
She pulls out all the breaks 
But the moon stays still for she has her own story her own shiny tune
You cannot make her go away, she has way too much panache n’ stay

She closes her eyes to the moon while offering up a cease fire tonight 
Here’s to a solitary way, perhaps there is a new love round the bend?
She drinks the potion 
With mixed emotion 
But the wanderlust of the night gets the best of her, she’s bathed in light 
Yonder dreams come to life and she hopes with all her might 

He arrives carrying a red rose of the truest shade and drinks the remains  
The sky begins to dance with velvet hues of midnight blue as if on cue 
SOLO SOULS 
KARMA GOALS 
AND 
THEY 
LIVE LOVE LAUGH 
ORDERING THE MOON TO SHINE  
VERILY SHE SAYS TO HE 
ETERNITY IS IS TO BE, NOW KISS ME LOVE AND SET ME FREE 

And the moon stays still as she sings her shiny tune 
And the moon has will, after all she is the winsome moon!

Love and Light, 
By: Mystic Rose for our one and only Skat….xxx
May 02, 2015





Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: love,

Letter to Linda


                     Linda the queen of Winda is in the swing of moods
               She keeps the little dove on swing, on her eggs she broods
                                   Little dove gives her a letter
                               God has written “you’re go-getter"
              And soon you'll be better “the dove's eggs are your dudes"
               The weeny dove goes to the queen with the full of beans
                Eggs are brattling love is crackling and the dance begins
                                Dovelets jump to the queen's lap
                            Sweet queen Linda, you’re not in trap"
                 "Snow is melting; God is pelting love at your sheens"
                     Queen of Winda, sweetest Linda sits on a satin
                    In the light of candle her tresses glisten in preen 
                                  Dovelets dance around Linda
                                   And Maramba and  Bellinda 
                       With a kinda smell of river Linda goes to teen



Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
03rd December,2014

                                            AFFIRMATION
   WE ARE PRAYING FOR LINDA.ALL ARE PRAYING FOR LINDA.PRAYER HAS CONCENTRATED POWERTHE PRAYER WILL MAKE LINDA OKAY.WE ALL LOVE LINDA     LINDA IS LOVEMAY GOD GIVE HER INNER PEACESANTIH SANTIH SANTIH



Poem Details | by Sean Kelly |
Categories: funny

My Economic Woes Doze .

The Soup kitchen's queue are in line
The economy , banjaxed and dyin'
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who can spare a dime " ?.

I called up my banker , by chance
With an invite to the " Poor Peoples " dance
He came dressed in rags
With two plastic bags
And the ass missing , from his old pants

No Ferraris or Mercs to be seen
For between us , we hadn't a bean
The soup it was cold
And the bread , it had mould
And Seamus the Chef , was a " Queen "

The dessert trolly started to shake
Baked Alaskas were fried like a steak
Amid all the wailin'
In strolled Sarah Palin
" Vote me in and I'll give you a break "

I awoke in a lather of sweat
At the characters I had just met
With a sad sorry weep
I went straight to sleep.
"Snore it off , Seán , that's as good as 'twill get


Perspired by Carolyn's , Limerick contest...


Poem Details | by Caryl Muzzey |
Categories: cat, tree,

I Once Had a Gray Cat That Could Clog

I once had a gray cat that could clog
and was better than any old dog.
His feet work was fast
but stardom didn’t last
when he fell for this stunning tree frog.

My gray cat and tree frog was to wed
on night he was to dance for our bread.
He got very sick
when frog he did lick
was quiet toxic, now gray cat is dead.

When gray cat finally reached cloud nine
told gate keeper he was feeling fine.
Though he looked quite green
he captured the scene
when he clogged to the front of the line.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl SMuzzey

Nineth Place Winner ~ "Any Funny Poem” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Destroyer Poet
Aug14, 2011


Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, childhood, dedication, fantasy,

The Monster Mash

<                              dancing to the hit song monster mash
                                frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
                                took the witches culdeen
                                and boiled up mummys spleen
                                Quasimodo joined in on the bash


                                witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
                                illuminates party from it's start
                                Dracula and zombies
                                lurking for free bodies
                                poor old frankie's wife just fell apart 



                               the bewitching dance came to its end
                               when bats flew in frenzy around den 
                               on this all hallows eve
                               trickery was up sleeve
                               sent my 3 black cats in to defend


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: child, children, emotions, happiness,

H is for Happy

H is for Happy, a tickled pink smiley
A jam on a pancake, made of strawberry
to start-up a day 
when you can just play
dress like a princess, and mom is the fairy.

H is for Happy, a birthday wish for you,
to feel in your heart, though everything is new
to laugh and then giggle
to dance and then jiggle
run, skip and wiggle like that day at the zoo.





22 September 2015
E is for Emotion Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance


Poem Details | by Shane Cooper |
Categories: friendship,

Lynette

A NIGHT OF FUN WAS WHAT WE ENJOYED SANS YOUNG TRACY AND THE JOVIAL BOY THE BAND WAS ROCKING WE WERE NOT STOPPING TO REMINISCE AND DANCE OH WHAT A JOY! Written 01/03/2015 After a wonderful reunion with friends missed for thirty years


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: funny, marriage, men, psychological,

How to give a guy a premarital suitability exam

Before the "I do" she must choose
A man that does well in dance shoes
His psyche gives a clue
When employing step two
Ply him to the limit with booze


Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: beauty, creation,

Into Nature I Flow

Out of the rat race I go 
And into nature I flow 
I sing 
I dance 
While canoeing I row 

Out to the forest I lurk 
Stepping in on, alert 
I walk 
I talk 
While the birds chirp

Out of this world 
This beauty unfurls 
I impearl 
I uncurl
While I give it a whirl 

Here in blessed nature 
I regain my good posture
No demeanor 
No  intervenor 
Just me and God and his cure 

xxx

Mystic Rose 
April 16, 2015




Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: humor, spring, weather, winter,

Ground Hog Day

Ground Hog Day We know every year comes the day We see if our Winter will stay… The Ground Hog will show By shadow we’ll know If we can put snow gear away. If he sees his shadow at all Then Winter will stay here on call… No shadow means great! Spring’s right at the gate! Let’s dance and go have us a ball! However I heard from good source Phil Ground Hog will have no remorse… He will not come out You better not pout If Springtime goes far off its course! © Sandra MHaight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~NA~ Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks Sponsor: John Lawless Judged: 02/02/2015


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: dance, feelings, happy, life,

FOOTLOOSE

Rock and roll that's my play
Who wants to stay and sway
Don't care if you're footloose
Any music we'll dance and choose
Smiles; grooving fun that we'll display

1:38 AM
02/24/2014


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: imagination, nature, seasons

Rock - Paper - Scissors

~

Paper Snowflake

~

Upon the rock of summer that teem
with scissors I forge a winter dream
with paper of white
and visions of flight
each snowflake dance with sunlight gleam

~


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, dance, places,

HAVE SOME FUN

no doudt get out
stop beening along
go to rome
fine where you belong
go  dance prance
go to the beach run
lay in the sun
HAVE SOME FUN


Poem Details | by Deb Wilson |
Categories: animals, history

The Brontosaurus Bop

They thought in a dance they'd engage
As they lumbered about in a rage
These two with their scales
Thrashed about with their tails
Shook the ground in this pre-human age

They be-bopped with all of their might
These beasts that were really a sight
Not known for their grace
These giants saved face
By causing each other dire fright

So into the night they would dance
A sort of behemoth romance
They made history
An unsolved mystery
And quite a bizarre circumstance!


Poem Details | by Anna Archichek |
Categories: humor, internet,

Eight Cats and a Cucumber

Eight Cats and a Cucumber 

In Facebook Land it is kinky, sexy, cheeky and hot 
To send photographs to men whose wife you are not 
Lay it all bare and let it all hang out 
To insert cucumbers and pout 
To show everyone what a ‘fun life’ that you’ve got 
Without showing your real world which is anything but hot 

Create a persona which makes the feckless gasp ‘Wow!’
As they, like you, don’t want to live in the here and now
So they rely on you to lead them on a merry dance 
Even the Pied Piper of Hamelin is in a trance
But what of the wife? 
Does she have a chance?

The best chance she’s got is to let them see first hand 
The cat sh*t, the curry stains and the mess about the house
The opened Tramadol boxes, empty wine bottles and overflowing ashtrays 
Which are somehow out of shot when the camera is having its way
And close up, the remains of your youth
Which has clearly seen better days 

Because the reality is, my dear, you are 36
Which won’t improve with each private message 
That you are unemployed, alone, single and blue
That’s what the prescription medication is for 
So that you don’t have to look at you 
To face the reality that not anyone of these men actually wants YOU

And without the wonderful caring tax payers 
Who through benefits have paid your way (and your internet connection pay day) for far too long 
You would be out on your ear, in fear, bar none 
And all your eight cats would be gone
So massage that persona and pretended to be someone you are clearly not 
As it might be the best chance you’ve got, to ever delude yourself that you’re someone that’s worth a jot

Because wife material you clearly are not,
And the sorry tale is that’s all you really want to be
But when they get there, look and see
The sight is enough to make them flee
So stay in Facebook Land where you are kinky, sexy, cheeky and hot
Because in reality that’s everything you’re not 


Poem Details | by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: love

Love Around The Ocean

The sand is our playground to run..
The ocean brings waves to meet the sun.
The sky of stars gleam.
Now a stage of dreams.
For our love here has begun.

Your face outlined like a water painting.
My hands trace your heart, oh so granting.
Our eyes connect as one.
Bodies dance on sands undone.
We fall as we are swept away , never fainting.


"LoveLand Limerick" contest jp76969 photo

By Michael JFalotico


Poem Details | by Kim Robin Edwards |
Categories: happy, places, song,

In Anaheim

We'll dance across the floor.
We'll dance across the sky.
I'll never wonder why? 
We dance across the sky.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
The sun will shine.
In Anaheim..

Then we'll take the car.
We'll drive across the town.
We'll drive our car.
Until the sun goes down.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
A real good time.
In Anaheim.

Now the stars are out.
We'll see the milky way.
The moon shines bright.
Every single day.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
What's on my mind.
Is a real good time.
In Anaheim..

Anaheim Song Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2006,2014..All Rights Reserved.


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

Yee Haw Let's Party



Hey all you nice people, got a fantastic idea Let's party, we could load up on beer and pizza Maybe dance in the moonlight While trying to remain upright In spite of downing six bottles of tequila © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: dream,

Counting Sheep



Got up at 3:00 AM, sure had enough sleep Coffee at 10:00, made me ready to dance and leap Thought I might as well rise Stead of giving it a try Got up to ten thousand, counting all those damn sheep!


Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: dance, humor, humorous, sensual,

STAYING ALIVE

It’s Saturday Night Fever, “Staying Alive”
Do not dare do the jive near beehive
     His white trousers so tight
     Nothing can see the light
My natural drive giving a ‘high five’


Who remembers this movie and the dance moves? And that hair on Trevolta! Close to the beehive hairdos that the women sported a few decades ago....lol

Inspired by Karen  Anglesey's "Jive in a Beehive"...


Poem Details | by Emma Buckeridge |
Categories: inspirational, lifewords, me, inspirational,

Lyrical Thoughts

I see life in a creative way
I let the ink and paper have their say
The lyrical words dance and glide
Forming round me, go with the ride
So join me as I sway.

I need to express through words I write
Life's an inspirational delight
Many sights to make me smile,
And make me frown, come stay a while.
See through my eyes so bright.


Poem Details | by James Andersen |
Categories: fun,

6 Limericks and Some Nonsense

Samuel Pew was a dancing fool
Until he got kicked by a mule
He was never too bright
Now his brain ain't right
But he can still dance the old soft shoe

Jimmy Dechert was a History teacher
His mother wanted him to be a preacher
But he liked to cuss
And he made a Fuss
Now a frown is his prominent feature

Tattle Teeter fell and hurt his peter
Tattling on his friends at the theater
He tripped on a pail
And straddled a rail
Now his voice is a little bit sweeter.

Old Rex never thought about sex 
except when he saw his ex
He was a poor soul
And she was a troll
Every month now he sends her a check

Billy Lando wanted to play piano
But about music he didn't know
His wife called him a puts
And kicked him in the nuts
Now all he can sing is soprano

Stanly Fenny was roasting a weenie
When he saw her in a bikini
He asked "what do you do"
She said "how about you"
And he ran away awfully speedy

A man and a dog were chasing a hog
Around a red barn, they did go.
I watched with hystare
As the dog chased a hare
And the hog ran away with a goat.

Amos Buck didn't have any luck
when he tried to get a meal
He wanted a dish of delicious fish
but had no money to make a deal
So he took a seat down by the creek
with some worms and a rod and reel
He baited his hook and put it in the brook
Then thought he would rather have veal.


Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: funnydance, dance, men,

Fire Ants

Some men dance hoping for a romance
Some men dance keeping fit of their pants
but the dance most obscene
is the dance made to glean
from your clothes a mad horde of fire ants

For John and Carolyn's Bug contest


Poem Details | by Martin Kloess |
Categories: dance, funny, girlfriend, humor,

My Pole Dancer

This Pole Dancer she was with me
All other men must pay her fee
Still I must confess
My family’s stress
But Polish dance lessons aren’t free


Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: daughter,

Short Dance

A pretty colleen from Kilrea,
Went dancing on StPatrick's Day.
Not asking permission
Was grievous omission.
Dad broke the dance up straight away.


Poem Details | by robert johnson |
Categories: bangla,

Feral Carol

Feral Carol was a dance hall girl.
Up on a barrel, she'd swing and swirl.
She never disappointed.
Her pelvis was disjointed.
And they love it when her tassels twirl.


Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: teen

My Dance Shoe

When I was, the age of twenty.
My dancing was admired plenty.
Only one dance shoe,
worked magic for you
Brown loafers with shiny penny

©  Feb 2011 for SKats "Favorite shoe"Contest



Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: body, dance, funny, girl,

Downtown - adult

DOWNTOWN WHERE GIRLS DANCE ON POLES FOR A PRICE THEY’LL BARE THEIR SOULS THEY’LL SIT ON YOUR LAP YOU’LL GO FAP FAP FAP UNTIL YOU LOOSE YOUR CONTROL


Poem Details | by TE Andre |
Categories: fantasy, giggle, heaven, imagination,

Writer Heaven

I imagine a place where all writers 
Are gathered soon after they die;
I know it's true, (it's in my dreams too) 
So never do I need ask why.

There sit Dickens and Clements and Doyle, 
All sharing a pint at the bar,
While Shelley and Poe exchange stories of woe
And watch all the joy from afar.

Watch Mister Keats dance a ditty 
While Hemmingway drums to keep time,
And old Mother Goose peers down from her roost; 
A brief pause from writing her rhymes.

All these writers of stories and poems,
Too many of them to number
Share and remember their stories forever
In spite of their physical slumber.

I see them watching their stories
Being read over the generations;
It brings them pride that their works survived
And are shared throughout all the nations.

But one thing that brings them amusement
Is to see people study so long;
To explain the intent or what their words meant
when there is no meaning all along.

Sometimes our words have a message.
Sometimes we want to impart
All of our feelings and memories and reelings
To those who share in our heart.

Is it possible some words have no meaning.
What if we simply write what we dream?
And someday, somehow, people will vow
To figure out what my words might mean.

While up in Writer's Heaven, I'll laugh and sing
Because it won't mean anything.


Poem Details | by Jessica Arteaga |
Categories: funny, people

Kinky Monty

Now ladies and gents, let's bring no offense
to the lads that wear tightly clad drabs
They liked the film Kinky Boots
And have watched The Full Monty
So now they dance naked and/or dress drag!


Poem Details | by Broken Wings |
Categories: funny,

Twirlygirl- Spinning and Grinning

 
There once was a girl who got off the couch, she joined a dance class cause she was no slouch; But- when others went this way, her feet were just stuck in clay; Spinning and grinning- she hit a wall - ouch ! ________________________________ March 22, 2016 Limerick For the contest, Lets Have Some Fun, sponsor, Casarah Nance Second Place


Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny,

Spud's Night Out

A young potato put his jacket on,
Going out for some dance and song,
All the girls hearts skipped a beat
Upon seeing Spud and his dancing feet,
He got mashed when he danced too long   
                                              


Poem Details | by Larry Belt |
Categories: funny

Disco Dad


I first learned to dance when I was four
But my kids won't let me do it no more
They say I look like a perv
The way I wiggle a swerve
They say I even embarrass the floor


Poem Details | by Mark Riedel |
Categories: funny, people, song-lyric,

Lady Godiva

there once was a Lady from France
who never would put on any pants

she would ride all around
the square of the town

and watch all the stupid men dance !!!


Poem Details | by Adell Foster |
Categories: art, daughter, education, family,

Ma Dropping It Like Its Hot (Limerick)

MsPotter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
MsPotter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot


Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young tooIf the power of dance is ones 
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise One 
Love


Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: humorous,

Ben's In Love Again

    Bordeaux Ben looking for a friend
   Went to a singles dance once again,
  He met a girl with curly blonde locks,
  The way she moved rocked his socks,
   Looks like Ben may be in love again.


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: halloween, humorous,

Monster Mash

When Frankenstein’s bride was created
The monster was surely elated
He asked her to dance
As he sought romance
To screams his poor ego deflated

Count Dracula surveyed the dance floor
He sought a mate sporting great pallor
“Morticia” stood out
He gave her a shout
But she brushed him off for the Centaur

Incredible Hulk had more luck though
A jolly green lady crooned, “Tango!”
Her gigantic Dad 
Seemed perfectly glad
As he tossed green beans at the floor show

The evening sped by and all mated
No monster was sad or frustrated
The underworld king
Let his decree ring:
“May music play on unabated"



October 20, 2016


Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: boyfriend, bridal shower, farm,

FARMYARD STENCH

At a local dance I got a wink.
From a farmer who really did stink.
Two hundred acres he had.
Lucky for him, the cad.
I'll probably marry him I think.


Poem Details | by Quentin Ehlinger |
Categories: dedication,

Carolyn

There once was a girl named Carolyn
Who didn't look much like Marilyn
But she would dance away
In a classical ballet
So that plenty of hearts did she win


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: dance,

LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE LIMERICK CONTEST

Jan Can Can The dance show of sultry young Jan was given a national ban. It was found in her dance she wore no underpants performing high kicks with *can-can! Written Oct13, 2016 for Jan's contest! *Pronunciation is of course American style!


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: dance, humor,

Limerick: Once our Senorita from Sevilla - 12

Limerick : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 12

Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Entered a dance contest in Bahia
Others danced the salsa
Rita dirty samba
Since Sevilla sells the new dance : Salsamba !* 

•	« Sal » in French means « dirty ».

© TWignesan – Paris, 2013


Poem Details | by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories: funny

Scavenger Hunt

I got to tell you about this dig
It made me dance the jig
I did it by night
With no one in sight
Out of my nose it was bloody big


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: life, sadthanks, thanks,

Christmas, Eighty Two

It was Christmas way back in eighty two
Head in hands not knowing what to do
All I see is a door
Never been here before
Do I take the next step and walk through

As I sit here and trawl through my life
From five years old, full of strife
The light I see clear
Could my end be so near
Past images begin to run rife

Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder
Words of wisdom being told as we solder
Tell me James of your past
Sharing burdens, be them cast
You have many reasons to grow older

Just think of the birds in the trees
And the leaves that dance in the breeze
All the songs you enjoy
Now your a man from a boy
And grasp your tomorrows and seize

From that moment I have never looked back
I now absorb my past and it's flack
My thanks is to Frank
Whom that night stood by my flank
When he died, my thanks never lacked


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

Same Jovial Dude



Though I'm in a funk, no need help to get out To once more wake up and dance and shout Just like the old days Big smiles on display I'm the same jovial dude, of this there's no doubt


Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: funny,

GSA Roadshow

Glad those GSA jerks had a grand time

   Trouble was it was on my hard-earned dime

      I hope they all go to jail

         Sans the benefit of bail

            Their atrocious song and dance was a crime

Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: fun, funny,

Bubujumba Bubujumba





                                                 Bubujumba Bubujumba
 
                                              Halted for lunch at Udumba

                                                          Ate poppy

                                                          Felt dopey
 	
                                            Began to dance rumba rumba


Poem Details | by steven hanlon |
Categories: humor,

the hot pink galah

there once was a man from afar
who stood and held forth at the bar
but the tort he invoked was no more than a joke
in defence of the hot pink galah

now the judge who was wearing a wig
when he heard this did dance him a jig
for a poor constitution conveyed no solution
in the case of the flight of the pig

so the case was referred to the crown
who replied with a quizzical frown
how dare this galah make a pig fly so far
i refer to the case of the clown

but the clown at the back of the court
said surely there's more of import
than pigs and galahs who can fly through the bars
when the judge is so easily bought

galah: 1-gregarious australian pink and grey parrot notable for its often comical behaviour