I post my poems on poetry soup
About farting and guys with brewer’s droop
I’ve been given a crown
And I won’t let Flo down
Be assured I’ll keep on posting my poop!
Posted in conjunction with my blog about my amazing gifts from F J Thomas
25th January 2017
The famous detective Sherlock Holmes
Hardly short on the wit chromosomes
With just a few clues
Bemuse and confuse
Unraveled crimes in the catacombs
Submitted on January 27, 2019, for contest LIMERICK 3 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
An apple a day, so they say,
But some folk get carried away.
Don’t be imprecise—
Eat ten, and the doctor you’ll pay.
Date Written: January 9, 2019
Contest: Limerick II, sponsored by Joseph May
Fell in love with a coconut
The tree stood tall outside my hut
Love sublime at first sight
I thought I‘d have a bite
Lost both front teeth right on the spot
posted on January 17, 2019
A hopelessly poetic guy met
A scientist studying climate.
Nearly all that she said
Went right over his head,
But at least he was able to rhyme it.
Date Written: January 3, 2019
Contest: Limericks, sponsored by Joseph May
Robin Hood and merry men took great delights
In protection of the peasants and their rights
But what really gave them pleasure
And which emphasised their measure
Was cavorting through the forest wearing tights
31 January 2019
Gifted a premium membership
I want to do a joyful backflip
But that may cause great harm
A sincere thanks with charm
Effort to write more I shall let rip
January 10, 2020
Written: January 2, 2009
Updated: April 23, 2012
There once was a lizard named Rex(ie)
Whose head was always tilted and ready
Sitting next to the glass wall
Patiently waiting for Saul
To feed him tasty hornworm bread(ie).
Note: Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection
She is a White House witch and feminazi
who rides her big broom like a kamikaze.
The honesty test she fails,
she lied about her emails
and covered up the truth about Benghazi!
A Grinch in a hamlet of Whovilles
Stole credit cards, ringing up big bills
Without checking price tags
He murmured, “Bah, Scumbags”
For this is how grinches get their thrills!
*January 3, 2015
The girl next door my attention commands,
from my window I gaze her buxom glands.
When the moment I seize
it's at times such as these
I'm so glad I'm not Edward Scissorhands!
She was hot and blonde but she was not dumb
and innocently asked where I was from.
"From Trinidad, how do you do,
have you any Trini in you?"
No, she said, so I asked "would you like some?"
Note: A Trini is a Trinidadian.
His hot rod was way too fast.
His lot was quickly cast.
He felt the need
For continual speed,
No gas station was ever passed.
I feel terribly sorry for Rodger
He developed a kink in his todger
It looked such a sight
when bent to the right
that his poor wife ran off with the lodger!
Submitted to Any poem (not for contest)
Sponsored by Broken Wings
1st January 2016
There was a contest at PoetrySoup
Homer, Milton, Poe, entered as a group
They worked from dawn till dusk
For difficult found their task
But last they finished for did not snoop!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 JANUARY 2015
At Christmas as always I ate
So much that I put on some weight
New year I must try
To stay off the pie
And next year, well I just can't wait.
There once was a tiger at the zoo.
His eyes followed visitors like glue.
Teeth sparkled bright white.
Chops licked at their sight.
He wanted Zulu on his menu.
© January 17, 2011
A skateboard he tried to ride.
He didn’t there long abide.
It went airborne,
It did not forewarn,
He landed on his under side!
The Hooky, Cookie, Rookie
They say his nick-name is “Cookie.”
From school he’d often play hooky.
He was no fool,
Was actually quite cool,
It is evident he was no rookie.
The once was a man from Dunkirk.
The war came and he went berserk.
In the French battle field,
Local harlots did yield.
Escape came by fancy footwork.
© January 16, 2011
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
14TH January 2016
Boy and His Scooter
The scooter scooted along
As he sang his favorite song.
He hit a big bump,
And took quite a lump,
On the scooter he does not belong!
I’m POSITIVE I’ve read that before
Yes I’m certain, I really am sure
So if you get caught
You’ll be quite distraught
Be aware … soup could show you the door!
19th January 2016
Girl and Cell Phone
The phone was stuck to her ear.
Everyone she wanted to hear.
Every moment thus consumed,
Her life not resumed,
Sad life – it doth appear!
Days of summer are now gone.
Cold winter days we’re shown.
My great desire,
Is to sit by the fire,
Until greatly warmer I have grown.