Limerick Poems About Horses | Horse Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Joseph May |
Categories: fun, poetry,

Jan And The Sheriff - Collaboration

 The new sheriff of Poetry Soup
 Rode into town on a horse named Snoop
 Jan was on his wanted list
 And the gang she did enlist
 In writing lim'ricks about poop
   He found her at the old saloon
 Telling poo jokes and singing bawdy tunes
    He put her in jail
 Held her without bail
   Her gang demanded her release by noon!
                

 Her gang was in back of the jail
 feasting on beans mixed with kale
 It didn't take long
 Their farts were so strong
 The sheriff let her out, without bail  
               Daniel Turner

 The sheriff is actually a 'she'
  and arrested Jan with great glee
  but the sheriff can't write
  and stays up every night
  crying, "Why's Jan better than me?!" 
             Dale Gregory Cozart

  From her stallion the lady alighted
  She was radiant, red faced and excited
 She rode in to surprise her old man
   With some whiskey, cigars and a tan
   When he saw her he sure was delighted!
           Paul  Callus

 
  Poet Jan just breezed into town
    Her huge farts made some people frown
  So they all pinched their noses
 Carrying scented roses 
   Her flatulence let their town down
   So they locked her up in the jail
 How the inmates faces turned pale
   A rank putrid smell
 Arose from her cell
  But Arthur still stumped up her bail
    He said you can come stay with me
 We will munch fried beans and curry
  I’ve got no sense of smell
    So we’ll get along well     
 I’m just glad I could set you free!
          Jan Allison
 
 The sheriff, he used legal force
 To jail Jan for poetry sauce
 But her soup gang could tell 
 What made a worse smell 
 When they checked the rear end of his horse.

  Now Soupville's a town that was pretty
  Then Jan's gang arrived from the city
  With pooping and wee
     She's now deputy  
 So we all can write something quite gritty.
     Ray Gridley

The old sheriff was shot in his bum
Jan was caught holding the smoking gun
I shot him that is true
while he was on the loo
he talked through his butt so now he's dumb.



  Now we all know why the sheriff was shot
 And he deserved exactly what he got
 We had to set Jan free
 by poetic decree
To prevent riots and poet's boycott
              Lin Lane

 After the sheriff was shot
  Jan took over the top spot
  So with lim'rickal riffs
 Jan became sheriff
  And she kept them in stitches a lot

        
 Off into the sunset she walked...
  and for years soup people still talked
    of messy events
    and ladies in tents
  and men without britches she stalked
        Tim Smith
  


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funnyhorse,

A Horse To Hate

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
and at night sometimes he visits me.
His attacks to my thigh
make me think I might die.
Wild "Charley Horse" acts horribly.

For he comes out of nowhere, so fast!
And he brings a sharp pain like a blast.
I scream like a loon
hit by a harpoon.
Then my husband awakens aghast!

But my hubbie can’t help meThat horse,
though invisible, has such great force!
How I love my reprieves
when the little beast leaves.
But his kind never stays gone, of course!

My poor calf he attacked in a pool
while I swam, and I felt like a fool
as I floundered around.
Well, I could have drowned!
He’s a mean little horse and a ghoul.

He’s got kin, and they all like the game
of bringing folks painOne has fame
of attacking your womb
in a hospital room.
Now THAT one puts Charley to shame!!

By Andrea Dietrich

(note to those who do not know this common
 American expression: Charley Horse is a leg cramp
and all the his kin are assorted types of cramps!)

For PD's "Any Poem Goes" Contest


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: drink, humorous,

CHEERS -PLEASE JOIN IN THE COLLABORATION

I had an old auntie called Mable Who could drink men under the table She’d tell folks of her gout Sup up six pints of stout - then stagger to the loo when able! 11~23~16 WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON My paternal aunt whose name was Mable Drank so much that she slept in the stable Her best bud was a horse It's why she got her divorce Her spouse was gone with the wind like Gable WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y Her pearl necklace made a clunk When in her glass a bead did dunk She pulled it out And drank her stout Then laughed thinking her necklace might be drunk WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN He denies his delivery by stork Still eats his soup with his fork but in the loo when dinner is through screams loudly for his buddy "O'Rourke" WRITTEN BY JOHN LAWLESS I remember your auntie quite well I met her down at the well she threw me in made my head spin or was it the stout I can’t tell? Mable can sop up the suds the boys at the bar are her buds shouting with cheer beer after beer sounding the floor with their thuds Mable did not cry in her beer She would shout loud in your ear bursting of fable her fame would enable tales to bring lushes to tears Mable once sloshed to the loo well intent on loosing a poo a lowly spittoon became a lagoon her urge to purge was now through Sing a song of six pints, each of stoutest ale thus the queen of giggles, spins another tale about her next of kin who sports a raucous grin What is Mable’s encore? Drinking from a pail! ALL WRITTEN BY LIM'RICK FLATS (JOHN WULF) All knew my good uncle Aristotle Who always carried a whisky bottle Each step he took had a sip That's why was mostly asleep Till drunk was he found holding a pottle! WRITTEN BY DEMETRIOS TRIFIATIS The reason that Mable was laughing Was because of the man photographing He was standing there nude, so she asked as she viewed, "What is that infection your staffing?" WRITTEN BY RICHARD OLSON Mabel had a pint with her bagel Every morn at the kitchen table Her navel would be bare Covered by sable fur hair Poor gal stumbled into the stable WRITTEN BY SONNY ROPER Come here laddie and have you a taste Don't let this magic go off to waste Suck her on down Smother that frown Soon Mable's troubles will be erased WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH Mable downed four pints of ale Then found herself in the town jail Down the road she did run Streaking naked just for fun Please close your eyes, and go pay her bail WRITTEN BY SONNY ROPER Mabel was pretty easily amused, replacing the beer with 100% prune juice, at her party, friends acting farty, her bathroom having a very long queue WRITTEN BY CHERYL HOFFMAN Mable was oft on the nightly news For drunk acts in the bars she would cruise Some would certainly mind Views of their own drunk blind But Mable just hid her toilet bruise WRITTEN BY CAYCAY JENNINGS There's a rumor I had to ignore That Aunt Mabel didn't drink any more But it was my guess That she didn't drink less As another Guinness she'd pour! WRITTEN BY JOSEPH MAY


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: adventure, animal, dedication, funny,

ZOO UNICORN

     ZOO UNICORN

Seeing the posting of the zoo unicorn
Could not wait to go see his horn
My eyes just could not believe
The boy I had  been deceived
Poor horse got thrown a lot of popcorn


 a Linda-Marie   = (contest) =


Poem Details | by Dan Kearley |
Categories: funny,

Oh The Wait

I wonder how much longer I must wait? I've been waiting like a horse at the gate With a tear in my eye I'm about set to cry And I'm not sure of how much more madness I can take? The problem is I really have to poop It must be from that bowl of oyster soup The line is just to long And my bowels aren't that strong So it's set to fly like a chicken leaving the coop I guess the waiting is just about done And I'm soon to be a fox on the run Everything should go well Except for the bad smell When I leave, I'm sure everyone will know I'm the one Black Eyed Susan's Contest: Wait..Ha-ha :o)


Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: funny, history, military,

Custer

   He finished dead last at West Point in his class
   And led his men to Little Big Horn en masse.
      But it was Custer who fell
      And Crazy Horse they tell
   Was from that day on known as Kicking Ass!


                     
                     May 2015



Note: changed this from a Clerihew to Limerick.


Poem Details | by george seal |
Categories: horse, race,

Horse racing


   There once was a young jockey called Morse,
   Who gave a nod and a wink to his horse.
   But the horse it was blind,
   So no way could it find,
   The winning post on the race course.

   6/ 1/ 2015.


   Quote 

   Do you agree,that an inclination of the cranium,
   Is equally as effective, as an oscillation of an optic,
   To an equine quadruped void of visionary capacity

   Translation of quote.

   Do you agree that a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse.

   I do not know who wrote it My elder brother taught me this 
   when i was about fifteen years old.
   


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

Limerick: Once a Queen stuck to Doddering Duke

Limerick : Once a Queen stuck to Doddering Duke

Once a Queen stuck to Doddering Duke
Sent him on a mission with Lucky Luke*
Off on Jolly Jumper*
With Rantanplan’s* sister
Ever since Queen is free of/from rebuke.

Resources :

•	Lucky Luke : a French cartoon héro, the caricature of the Far West sharp-shooter
•	Jolly Jumper : in the Lucky Luke comic books, considered  « the  best horse in the world ».
•	Rantanplan : in the Lucky Luke series, considered « the stupidest dog in the Universe »

© TWignesan – Paris,  2013


Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: introspection

Native American IndianTribute

Americans without doubt a giver
Navajo secret code did deliver
  To Hitler De Fuhrer
   Messages never clear
Red men spoke jumbled arrows of quiver!

Adolf’s lust thrust, the Indian giver
Receives back miseries he delivers!
   In arrow toting brothers
   Military discovers
God's quest in those saving mouths of quivers! 

Native brother’s saving grace delivers
By blessed mouths filled of spoken quivers!
   Now they ride the constrained range
   Without horse or pocket change
Long since lost from sight those medal slivers!

For Contest:Indian Giver~Limericks
In honor of DP


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

Limerick: Once a Dark Horse in a handicap

Limerick : Once a Dark Horse in a handicap

Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Led head, tail and hoof in the last lap
All eyes on winning post
Cameras clicked the most
Horse lost in the negative, so clap !

© TWignesan – Paris,  2013


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: funny,

A Dog


A dog went to the vet today He saw a horse eating hay got a fleabite and set alight and asked for an action replay! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 10.16.2014


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: angst, animals, life, nostalgia,

A Distempered Horse

There once was a skinny horse name George.
Poor ole soul lived alone in a gorge.
Three fit sheep came his way.
They were traded that day.
Matted, bony, his belly engorged 

Onward He forged, living on the brink.
I’ll save him, one young maiden did think.
Head hung; life was his game.
George, his infamous name.
She prayed; from his needs, she did not shrink.

George would not drink; lips were cracked and dry.
She asked God, “Please don’t let him die.”
Water was his kismet.
Sweet feed filled hope’s bucket.
She cut out mats; whisked away each fly.

Six months later, George was still alive.
Lips were moist; he ate; began to thrive.
With some flesh on his bones,
And relieved of his groans,
The day of her moving would arrive.

The time came when George had to be sold.
Half Arabian, not very old
Registration papers.
The old trader’s capers,
You promised them, the young girl cajoled.

How could he live; does he have luster?
Papers lost; no death by distemper.
Confessions on that day,
The girl went away.
Compassion to the horse did whisper.

New owners bought him, his health still poor.
His price and potential was the big lure.
They quickly changed his name.
Greener pastures, the game.
Star’s beauty became his life’s encore.

© June 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Horse Story 	 
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

(Based on a true story)


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

The Mustang And The Thunderbird

A Mustang and a Thunderbird tangled

   Both automobiles were badly mangled

      When the cops sorted it out

         There was seen strewn all about

            Horse manure and feathers when untangled

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

Placed No1 in PD's "Another Crazy & Fun Limerick Contest #2" - June 2012


Poem Details | by MD Johnson |
Categories: funny, humor, silly,

I Meant To Say

I said he’s dumb when I meant to say smart
Should have said “she’s cute” instead of “she’s tart” 
  Confusing my words,
  Like one of those nerds
I always put the horse before the cart


Poem Details | by Richard Pickett |
Categories: friendship,

A Poet, Named Robert Dufresne

There is a Poet, named Robert Dufresne,
I laugh at his Poetry until I'm insane
with Brick Townsend, he plays,
a collaborative game
But Bill Lipton's Horse is a pain.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funnyhate, horse,

Just Horsing Around with Limericks

(sorry, Tirzah, I could not do a nice long poem on horses.
I just felt like doing some silly limericks playing off expressions
for horsesThanks for the inspiration!)

I Hate that Horse

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
And at night sometimes he visits me.
His attack to my thigh
Makes me think I might die.
That Charly Horse acts horribly!

Horses Have Ears, Ya Know

“I could eat a horse!” hungry bob said
To his friends as he rode his horse, Ned.
Taking it the wrong way,
Ned reared up with a “neigh!”
Bob fell off and got kicked in the head.

Pony Up

“Pony up,” said the seamstress in town
With the new bride’s hand-sewn beaded gown.
But having no dough,
The bride cast her eyes low,
Saying, “Sorry, but my pony is down.”

In Our One Horse Town

We love ostrichesHaven’t you heard?
Yes, it’s true, and I give you my word
Just one old mare lives here.
Had no foals; she is queer.
So each cowboy just rides a bird!











For Tirzah's "A Horse is a Horse of Course" contest







Poem Details | by Tom Wright |
Categories: cowboy,

Ride'm Horse Boy

Ride’m Horse Boy By Tom Wright Friend Roy tried his hand with bucking horses. Overestimating the power of gravity’s forces, The first spin was rough, Landing Roy on his duff, Now he seeks wages from alternate sources. Roy, I call’em like I see’m, And I see Cowboys riding cows, And Horse boys riding horses. Tom


Poem Details | by Leonard Taormina |
Categories: funny, imagination, parody,

The Abuse of Chartreuse

The lady was dressed in” chartreuse;”
To which she made of good use.
Her honey spent money;
On dinner so yummy;
And came close to sexual abuse.

The lady was cloaked in “chartreuse;”
And her magic was that of a muse.
While mixing a potion;
She came up on a notion;
That the men in her life were no use.

The man did tighten the nose;
After giving the lady a boost.
She was a wrong doing woman;
And what ever he did she had coming.
She was his woman the Lady “chartreuse”

The man who sat at the table;
Had purchased his new girl a sable.
While she swilled her champagne;
 All she did was complain;
About her horse named chartreuse in the stable

“Chartreuse” is simply a hue’
Not black or not red or not blue.
It’s a color not primary;
Like Susan or Mary;
But it’s still on the spectrum its true.


Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny, humorous,

Grand Canyon Jump

This is an ode to Sally-Jo,
Her silver spurs and the horse she rode,
As their mighty leap slowly unwound
They jumped the Grand Canyon in a single bound,
But it was deemed wind assisted as a hurricane blowed.


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: humor,

Limerick: Once a Firebrand Fraulein from the Black Forest

Limerick : Once a Firebrand Fräulein from the Black Forest

 Once a Firebrand Fräulein from the Black Forest
In winter went out to cut wood sans vest
In fact sans Lederhose
Nor even horse fire hose
So she got fired on wood with zest.

		or
So she got fired for good in jest.

		or
So she got fired by Crook in earnest.

		or
So she got fired in crook by Earnest.

		or
So she got fired with Earnest in the nest.

(and so on and on…)

© TWignesan – Paris, 2013


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: sad,

Tally-Ho



Tally-ho, the young steeplechase rider cried As his horse stumbled over the barrier he up and died The rider went flying He heard as he lay dying “Welcome cowboy” he heard a voice from the other side © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: future,

No More Rides On A Sleigh



Mildest autumn on record up here What will become of us in future years Will we all melt away No more rides on a sleigh Just a horse and buggy, no muffs on our ears © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: humor, relationship,

Caressing Her Beauty

Mr and Mrs walking down the High Street Shoe shop window her eyes did now greet Into the shop they both went Oh! those boots, please consent Too dear, no purchase, no receipt Ready for bed and feeling so fruity His hand now caressing her beauty Cutting sharpness she says With no payment display No horse shoes, your not riding it's booty .


Poem Details | by jack horne |
Categories: travel

Bart the Chauffeur

There once was a chauffeur called Bart,
Who had a Rolls that wouldn’t start.
He wanted to be green -
His boss was very mean -
So now he drives a horse and cart.


Poem Details | by Cindi Rockwell |
Categories: fun, funny, silly,

IT WAS ONE OF THOSE MORNINGS

It was one of those mornings, alas
When me horse bit me right in my ass
So I turned him around
Gave HIS arse a pound
And got blown out the stall by his gas!!!

It was one of those mornings again
But the horse stall was flooded with men!!!
I said with a smile,
"How fast is your mile?"
At a cheer, I said, "Saddle up then!!!"


Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny, religion,

Bishop's Anoyance

   The bishop said it was such a disgrace
That the minister's horse lacked much pace,
   He remonstrated it was a cardinal sin
    When you put the church's money in
  And it finishes last in a six furlong race.


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: funny, life, future,

Jurassic James

My name is Jurassic James
An ageing Dinosaur it seems
Middle aged I have hit
Quite frankly it's shit
Take me back to twenty to dream

Wonderful, I'm now back to that time
Playing pool and every things fine
I'm out with the boys
Getting pissed and enjoying
Meeting girls and being so entwined

Then there was the night one met
The right one my future was set
Now married with kids
My pool days now rid
Decisions made, now no regrets

Now back to the future we go
A dark horse now starts to show
What's fixed is now broken
Jurassic James has now spoken
I'm now free and single you know









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-3.php


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: sad,

Destroying Paradise



We're losing our beloved horse pasture out back Progress is destroying paradise, everything's out of whack Soon the world will be paved over Surely no more rolling in clover Seems like us guys are about to run off the track © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: humorous,

Limerick: Once Steppes Chief Mongol in a loose hose

Limerick: Once Steppes Chief Mongol in a loose hose

Once Steppes Chief Mongol in a loose hose
Tried to jump Great Wall with horse and Rose
Horse kicked hole in hose goal
Chief bored hole in the Wall
Guess who licked Rose red-in-the-nose?

© TWignesan – Paris, 2013

MERRY XMAS to ALL Soupers !


Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny,

MY JENNY HORSE

Now I think I have to concede
My Jenny horse eats too much feed,
Loves her chaff, loves fresh grass,
But through the barn door she can't pass,
Clearly a case of food stampede..


Poem Details | by Erich Goller |
Categories: funny,

The Birds And The Bee's

The Birds And The Bee's Wilton is asking his future bride Sweetheart you like to go for a ride? Come on lets mount the horse We ride the entire course Hold on Honey the horse might get wild. After a wild up and down long ride She became his wining jockey bride The jockey makes him hot So they practice a lot Now their ride got mild she is with child Erich J.Goller Copyright © 11.7.2005


Poem Details | by Tahira Parveen |
Categories: evil, funeral, gothic, grave,

Unreceived Parcel

Unreceived  Parcel

I have sent your parcel
Please be patient 
Your curtain hooks have been sent
It's on its way
Yes sir, I have sent it
but...

I will make a special delivery
Through the dark forces of night
In horse and cart
Await me at 2pm tonight
Leave the window slightly ajar
I will ring three chimes on my arrival
With your special delivery
Slide open the window
Look down

You will see me standing there with your parcel
Slowly on your toes 
Push forward and slide out the window
Reach for me
Alas you will have your parcel 
I will have delivered the goods
The wife will have curtain hooks to hang the curtains
Then your curtains will be closed forever
I will place roses on your grave
Sending you a graceful goodbye
Delivering, your unreceived goods
Goodbye


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humor,

Hurry Up And Wait



Life is filled with, “hurry up and wait!” Things in sequence, must keep a steady gait No horse before the cart Must play it real smart Else our beano will spilt asunder and our ass will separate


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

LIMERICK OF THE DAY Harry was lost


                                 Harry was lost in  a crush of ladies
                            They fell on him and  threw him in eddies
                                         Lucy munched his coat
                                        As a horse chomped oat
                           Got crushed on Harry and asked for addies











 Harry was lost /Limerick Copyright (C) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 24 November 2014


Poem Details | by Howard Tunick |
Categories: animal,

Long Ears

There once was a horse with long ears

He was better than all of his peers

But treated quite cruel 

‘Til they found him quite cool

Cause not really a horse but a mule


Poem Details | by Alexis Y. |
Categories: humorous,

A WITCH NAMED MAE

       There was once an old witch named Mae
    Who got her spells wrong, every single day
                  Turned her cat into a bat,
                    And sister into a gnat
Salem found out, now she's a horse and eats hay







Alexis Y

10-23-16


Poem Details | by David Horne |
Categories: cowboy, fun, humorous,

'Six Little Fingers' or The Norwich song

When I was a boy of two or three,
My dad and cousin said to me;
'You'll be the gee-tar player in a big folk band',
‘'With those six little fingers on your right webbed hand',
-----------------
So he went straight out to make me a star,
And he sold his horse and bought a new gee-tar; 
But a band needs maybe two or three, 
So my daddy brought in some family.
----------------
There was cousin Jeb with his massive chin, 
He could play pee-anna and the violin, 
There was cousin Pete on the double bass, 
His teeth were huge and covered half his face.
---------------
My cousin Jane was an easy choice,
With her long gold hair and an angels voice;
And daddy noticed too that as she grew, 
She had udders like our old cow daisy too.
---------------
We practised hard till we were good,
But every now and then we would;
Be forced to play without our singer,
Cause she'd be in the hay with a local minger.
---------------
So when we'd growed and we could play,
We loaded up the cart one day,
We headed out, past our own land
With my six little fingers on my webbed right hand.
--------------
We got on stage on the opening night,
My hand felt stiff and my stomach tight; 
But we couldn't begin without our Jane, 
And she'd disappeared round the back again.
-------------
The curtain opened but the stage was bare, 
We couldn't find jane anywhere; 
Then I found them bangin in the nearest loo,
 Now cousin jane is my auntie too!
------------
We came back to Norwich and broke up the band,
I'm not the big star that Daddy had planned,
But I'm the fastest milker in the whole damned land, 
With my six little fingers on my webbed right hand.


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: patriotic, political,

Have To Go Vote

Have To Go Vote

Have to go vote than unify
Even though county is dry
Things became complicated
While in long line I waited
Had one more drink with a sigh

Here's to you with many cheers
All our hopes and also fears
Finally came to fruition
When beans became my ammunition
Started passing gas with many tears.

Discovered we were at day one
Did not start and had not begun
Had looked into my cereal bowl
Image said can you cajole
Some who are abusive men.

To vote up people had all lined
Trump many he has maligned
Also us taken advantage of
Never shared any of his love
Hillary causes peace of mind.

Battle, Saddle Tattle

About to be in a big battle
Up on horse will have to saddle
When you do ride his
Look down and see him pass by
Trump telling tale he did tattle.

WowJim Horn

Just wrote all of this from 0700
to 0800 on Voting DayThe challenge
is hearing things on the television
and turning them into poems.
Try it sometimeWhich one did
you like the best and with you 
mind had messed and by God
had been blessed while they 
live in my love nest.

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx


Poem Details | by Sarban Bhattacharya |
Categories: metaphor,

Limerick 1

Poor Tom did not know how to ride, 
Encouraged, the first time he tried, 
But the horse was mad, 
It galloped being glad, 
Down the brook letting Tom to glide.


Poem Details | by connie pachecho |
Categories: funny love, horse, humor,

From St Patrick's pent horses to out horse

From StPatrick's pent horses to out horse


She rode StPatrick's day wild horses
Through leprechauns and lucky Joe's of course
She rode her horses well
Every horse loved her swell
In came a pony changing the concourse

connie pachecho

3/14/17


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: body, food, humorous,

WEIGH TO GO

We dined at a Hungry Horse pub and sampled some delicious grub We tried curries and pies Lovely gammon and fries But now I can’t fit in the tub! 6th April 2017


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: sad,

Destroying Paradise



We're losing our beloved horse pasture out back Progress is destroying paradise, everything's out of whack Soon the world will be paved over Surely no more rolling in clover Seems like us guys are about to run off the track


Poem Details | by Laura Loo |
Categories: grandmother, humorous,

Limerick Contest-Bawdy

"There'll BEANO More Money For You!!!" It’s time to visit Uncle Sam, though he doesn’t quite know who I am- Used to call me Nellie, my true name is Ellie, he was never part of the fam! So, I showed up on a white horse, he forgot who I was…OF COURSE! Said “I got some bad news, pops and grams said they’re through, left you money in the divorce.” Sam lifted up his gut to fart, I said, “OH NO! PLEASE DON’T YOU START!” Like at mom's reunion, or my First Communion, his gas sounded just like Mozart! Now what was I supposed to say, I’d been tired from riding all day- “Where’s my money Nellie?” tucked it in his belly, got on my horse and rode away. Next day grams called me on the phone, she said Sam wouldn’t leave her alone- He wanted more money, grams thought that was funny, on BEANO his money was blown! Syllable count: 8-8-6-6-8 April 27, 2017


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

See Trump Proliferate

See Trump Proliferate

Prefer to see Trump began to proliferate
Into wide open spaces and can hardly wait
And infinity soon do start to disappear
Even though Putin's horse thinks its queer
That Trump and he are close soul mates.

Jim Horn

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Poem Details | by Talin Kalishian |
Categories: i love you,

Limerick Contest


The smile

There was a bright man in white
Who rode on a horse so wild
Gazed a smile in might
Held the halter tight 
Then flew with an angel's kite 

27/04/2017


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: age, allegory, analogy,

Spook An Old Kook

Spook An Old Kook

Like horse Trump shouldn't try to spook;
Just an old geezer and an awkward kook;
You call him dumb;
Testy does become;
He becomes harsh if you were to rebuke.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet