Poem Details | by
James Rasmusson |
Categories:
funny
~Seven Dwarfs~ (limerick sequence)*
There once was a dwarf named Doc,
Who saw patients around the clock.
He hadn’t gone to medical school,
Yet his patients he could easily fool,
For his meds were always chalk.
There once was a dwarf named Sleepy,
Whose wife was extremely weepy.
She wanted to travel
But couldn’t unravel
His hair from the bed canopy.
There once was a dwarf named Happy,
Who ate only fudge and taffy.
His tummy got big.
He looked like a pig.
So he switched to chocolate frappé.
There once was a dwarf named Bashful,
Who’s wallet was always cash full.
Too timid to spend
For fear he’d offend
The peons whose homes were trash full.
There once was a dwarf named Dopey,
Who’s mind was mightily mopey.
His speech was so slow
His belle didn’t know
That he wanted to elopey.
There once was a dwarf named Grumpy,
Who became a little rumpy.
He ran ten miles a day,
But much to his dismay,
His butt just became real lumpy.
There once was a dwarf named Sneezy,
Whose allergies made him wheezey.
He wanted to play the romantic lead,
But instead did the voice of a dying steed,
In a film by Martin Scorsese.
*the real ending to "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs"
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Poem Details | by
Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
funny
Note: The CYO is the Catholic Youth Organization for teens Really enjoyed all the
activities they held, especially the hayride picnic!
The teenage girls brought baskets filled with food
While the boys braced for a romantic mood
I packed turkey and some rolls
But my basket, it had holes
Brushed off my mate’s gestures, not to be rude
The full harvest moon shone brightly above
And other couples were pursuing love
Pete and I dated for years
I, a virgin, filled with fears
Erotic moments he felt deprived of
So as I fumbled through my worn basket
Pete saw me as virginity’s mascot
The turkey, it was still there
Rolls had fallen out, but where?
I dove into the hay, the rolls to get
Peter dove too and the carriage did sway
Though I wasn’t ready for his “squeeze play”
I sought only food’s treasure
This picnic proved a pleasure
That’s how I got my first roll in the hay
Entry for Carol Brown’s “Picnic Time” Contest Some truth to this, but Peter was still
feeling "deprived" after the hayride.
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Poem Details | by
DARREN WATSON |
Categories:
funny, mum,
Trying something new , If you think you see something or someone you recognise
It is purely coincidental.
I met a romantic queen
and made love to her in a dream
Her mum said Put him down
Drive him out of town
You've no idea where he's been
I have a friend named A.D.
I adore all of her poetry
Her writing puts me to shame
but when she mentions my name
I feel like she's flirting with me.
A beautiful lady named Nette
Said she wouldn't be kissed for a bet
but a gentleman I aint
If I kissed her she'd faint
and she'd be forever in my debt.
Our very good friend Tim
Swore a beautiful woman was stalking him
but since he's been missing
He's discovered French kissing
Now our chances of finding him are slim.
I know a young lady named SKAT
When she makes love, She purrs like a cat
She is such a cute kitten
I admit I am smitten
and I wouldn't mind hearing that.
We have a beautiful friend named F.J.
I asked what she knew about kissing one day
I could tell from her wink
She knows more than we think
and a lot more than she's willing to say.
LOL
I'll work on it
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Poem Details | by
Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
love, poetry,
An earthquake size crack down my heart
Now that from soup you did depart
No more romantic gems
To meet those little whims
How I long for your awesome art
Sponsor: SKAT A
Contest: A Valentine Limerick To The Poet Who Broke My Heart
Written: February 2, 2015
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Poem Details | by
apoorva patrikar |
Categories:
death, love, day, me,
Baby, the day I saw you first
Dunno how my heart had a burst
You soon became my friend
Would friendship last till the end?
Staying without you, oh that’s the worst
High time it was, I’d waited so long
You’d finally proposed to me with a song
Ooohh I could hardly wait
You were already my mate
I wished nothing would now ever go wrong
We usually sat together like a dove
Now was that really true love, love?
Sad songs seemed so boring
Romance in full sure seemed luring
Now was that really true love, love?
Your lovely smile was now my smile
Our relationship was not at all fragile
I started drawing hearts and roses
We took photographs in various poses
Without you, I couldn’t even stand a while
One day that was, I wasn’t feeling very well
You immediately rang the nearest doctor’s bell
He had a really bad news
From all the doctors we took reviews
I was about to die, they said from their shell
That is the day when I realized
Our love was never actually very precise
My love had different forms
Between us, we had no norms
I sure had a soon to be demise
Relating romantic songs to you, was not true love
Electricity racing at your touch, was not true love
Your presence at my last breath, telling me
You’ll never leave, kiss me, caress me
Making me smile, while I die, now that’s true love...
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Poem Details | by
CT Duet |
Categories:
funny, humor,
We have Poet Destroyer in the lead
She will take out your heart and make it bleed
She has a big smile
Drives all the boys wild
She is the poet we all do need
There is a tipsy man named Arthur
Who tried to get all the girls to purr
He drew up his sword
When he gets too bored
To show the girls his wordly allure
Tim is the romantic one we seek
He tells of how life makes him weak
He is kind and sweet
Charming and real neat
The ladies all listen when he'll speak
There was a young dirty slut
Who had small boobs and no butt
She walked like a boy
Which gave her no joy
and was teased that she was a mutt
A beautiful lady with brown eyes
Had bosoms pointing up to the skies
She wiggled her waist
showing off a taste
of what was between her silky thighs
A dirty old man lived down the block
Every night he walked at eight o' clock
Whistled at ladies
He spoke real shady
In his pocket he carried his rock
A young girl who lived in the woods
Played with all the cops and the hoods
Big long guns they all had
Making the young girl glad
She let them all play with her goods
Little Timmy could do no wrong
With the girls he would sing a song
He was a smart lad
Making the girls glad
When he played pocket ping pong
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Poem Details | by
RALPH TAYLOR |
Categories:
fantasy, happiness, loveromantic, love,
If it seems your love life's a mess
and you're feeling romantic distress.
What you have to do
is find somebody new
which would help solve your problem, I guess!
That may not be easy to do
if you're looking for love that is true.
But you must keep in mind
the one you finally find
should be deeply in love with you too!
Your love life should be a success,
don't ever settle for less
if there's mutual respect
then you can expect
very little romantic stress.
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Poem Details | by
Joe Flach |
Categories:
lost lovelove,
with rings we were wed
until death do us depart –
the love died too soon
There once was a romantic wedding
We mistook love for what was in the bedding
But outside the sheets
We were incompletes
So the marriage license we are now shredding
We join many others in the divorce club membership fold
Mistakes so many repeat when the love story is said and told
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
humor,
A lady once called me a romantic devil
In these sweet loving words, I forever will revel
Usually my poems are comedy driven
My soft tender side is usually hidden
Stay tuned my friends, I have Romeo potential
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Poem Details | by
Tsotetsi Thabiso Edward |
Categories:
romanceromance, love, red, romance,
Writing relative rhymed rhymes
Rhyming with revival rhythmically rhythm
Is not revue but reviewing my role
To resurrect as requested to revive back romance.
When rhyming my rhymes I can revolve revolutionary robust
Rocking like rocky rocks rolling to the right rendezvous,
but today I recite repose as if I repent,
but rely it you will relish,
because its a rhyme to recall recapture of romance in relationships.
I wrote it to rake up real reign
When raspberries were rasped,
Rationing reverie,
Raucously reading romantic readings regularly.
Becoming a receiver reckon receiving reciprocally gifts,
but this is the recital to recapture romance to recur.
Read this rhyme to refill,refine,reform and refresh romance.
Regain rarefied of relish rained rich rain
Raining rainy with ravishing red roses reddening a red ring around you.
Relieving yourself by reiterating 'I love you Mrs Right',
and wait for the rejoicing remarkably respond to be relayed
'I love you too Mr Right'.
The respond that revealed the resourcefully resource for resurrecting.
I rouse you because I'm roused;
Be a roman and go to Rome
To see real romance,
and you will romp of being romantic,
and really its realistically real
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Poem Details | by
john williams |
Categories:
funny, humorous,
A seventy year old couple on a romantic date,
Were at a bistro eating seafood crepe,
Feeling so good, a kiss they sought,
Locking mouths their false teeth got caught,
And both sets fell onto the plate.
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
humorous,
Well how do you do, my name is Lou
I'm a normal old chap except for my do
Hair down to here
Like an old buccaneer
A romantic old buggar and quite naughty too
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
friendship,
Move over young Tim, here I come
Going to challenge your title, you better run
My romantic side
Is gonna whip your hide
Your days are numbered as Romancer Number One
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Poem Details | by
romeo naces |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion,
To be called a romantic is something I just can't take,
but the faint hint of your smile has kept my nights wide awake;
I float, I wait
in a stunned state;
now your absence torments me so like a raging toothache!
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