Limerick Poems About Song | Song 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 Broken Wings |
Categories: poetry, writing,

Limerick 6 - Song Bird

 
I write of sad things in my life for you, And win sometimes first place and this is true; Some hate my weeping words, That I write like a song bird; So I give me, a compliment or two. _________________________ June 20, 2015 Limerick Inspiration Quote: "When you cannot get a compliment in any other way, pay yourself one." Mark Twain For the contest, Write with the Wit of Twain Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Seventh Place


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: humor,

Little Guy Dwarves Again

Seven days and lonely at night Was a Princess called Snow White On her doorstep there was Little guy dwarves All different to view from sight So on Monday night she did walk To Dopey's bedroom for a talk The conversation was slow Up sticks did she go At her topless body he did gawk When Tuesday evening came around She tiptoed without a sound Beside Bashful she sat Blimey, not again, no chat His eyes on me will never abound Oh my! it's Wednesday again Am I beautiful or just plain Jane I better go to the Doc Do I look good in this frock Am I letting my shapely shapes wane It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy Whose chest has become rather wheezy To him I won't kiss No matter his wish I have no desire to become queasy Thankfully Friday has been reached It's the weekend long lies are now preached For Sleepy I'll never wake No booty will he shake My cheeks he'll never see peached Saturday has finally come along Even Grumpy now sings the same song With a song and a cheer Shared over a few beers No chance you'll get into my thong Have I saved Sunday to be the best Is Happy better than the rest His smile tells me so For more than his cheeks glow At last a loving grin at my breasts Oh I need to be loved ever since Like the weeks I had with my Prince For many many nights He knew to love me right When I walked, you could see my legs wince . .


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 Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: christmas, humorous,

An Eavesdropping On Christmas Therapy

Four characters that we know well
have problems they all want to tell
in therapy group.
To get all the scoop,
let’s eavesdrop, for all is not well!

Believing no more in himself,
sits dear Santa Claus and an elf
who is hating his work.
Santa says, “What jerk.
I should put you back up on your shelf!”

The elf, in a huff, then fires back
(for confidence HE does not lack),
“I believed in you once,
when you weren’t such a dunce.
Old geezer, go stuff your own sack!”

The anger inside the room grows
when Rudolph, who hates his red nose,
screams, “Don’t say such stuff.
StNick’s work is tough,
and MY job, dear elf, frankly BLOWS.

You elves get to go to the mall
and smile at the children and all.
No one’s calling you names
as you play reindeer games.”
The elf yells, “At least you’re not SMALL.

You think you have woes? Look at ME.
I’m called silly names constantly.
There’s a song about YOU
and your red nose debut.
Geez, a hero you’ve now come to be!!

An elf is an elf all the same.
Kids don’t even know my real name.
Reindeer get names like Cupid.
Well, your name should be STUPID.
What I would not give for YOUR fame!”

A snowman sits stoically there.
He turns to the arguing pair.
“A carrot’s MY nose!
To death I have froze,
yet I’m melting right now in this chair!”

Dec25, 2016 for Laura Loo's Silly Christmas Cartoon Poetry Contest


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 jack horne |
Categories: food,

Bart

There was an old man on a cart,
Acquaintances knew him as Bart,
As he only ate beans,
He inflated his jeans,
And smelt of a permanent fart…

Inspired by She’s Like the Wind (which I misheard as She’s Got the Wind, lol)
For Giorgio’s A Song Inspires a Poem contest


Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

Jack and Jill


Once there was a handsome guy called Jack,
wedded a beauty named Jill, dressed in sack.
they went up the hill
to have a night of hell.
Bloody this Jack and Jill song rhymes fake!


Poem Details | by Sean Kelly |
Categories: funny,

Birds and Bees


 Said a bee to a bird , we can't fail ,

 With your sweet sexy song , bang-in-scale

 When I'm lovin' you..please

 Don't fart , belch or sneeze

 'Cause there might be a sting in the tail






Sean Kelly


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous,

FLOAT ON

A big ‘floater’ lurked in the loo He tried to remove this huge pooh Poked it with a stick It made him feel sick So he fished it out with his shoe! 11th April 2015
Inspired by the title of the song 'Float On' by the Floaters.maybe I should stop listening to the radio when I am writing lol


Poem Details | by michelle prital |
Categories: inspirational, music, song-lyric, me,

The Music In Me

I have a peaceful easy feeling
As I sit and write this poem
Comprising 5 old songs
Which remind me of my home

They show me the importance
They teach me with such grace
To get up every morning 
With a smile on your face


My youth was filled with ballads
Verses I could trust
And we all know what memories bring...
They bring dia-monds and rust

Songs taught me that my friends were
The wind beneath my wings
To treasure and embrace  them
To value what life brings

There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
For me, 'bout sums it up
The hope one feels within

Sometimes a simple sound
Or smell can be so strong
It carries me back light years
To one specific song

And in that song I bask
I know  what each line means
Transcended to the past
Dressed in my tie-dyed jeans.




Eagles            – Peaceful Easy Feeling
Carol King    -  Beautiful
Joan Baez      - Diamonds and Rust
Bette Midler  - Wind Beneath My Wings
Leonard Cohen - Anthemn


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: depression, life, nature, seasons

I Am So Bored With Rain



I'm so listless with the rain
for the dreams I cannot attain
trapped within this dwelling
a story not worth telling
a notion that perhaps "I'm insane"

puddle upon puddle does flood
as the hill side turns to mud 
this wound trapped within
a song of doom once again
for now a dreary river of blood

behind the window I gaze
at muted sight in a haze
will inspiration arrive
in sunbeams that contrive
or will my life drown in a maze 

________________________________
Contest
"I Am Bored With____"
Poet ~ Rick Parise


Poem Details | by kash poet |
Categories: food, funny,

A Handful of Wheat

To sing a song charming and sweet what I need is handful of wheat, guess who am I love that blue sky not in the Twitter still can tweet! ========================== Placement:9th; (October 2011) Contest:Cereal Limerick Sponsor:Irma Linda


Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

A song to erase



Once there was a man called Alex, the goose
His philosophy “Daddy daddy oh my Daddy” base?
“Don’t, na na” “Don’t na na”
“Don’t na na” “Don’t na na”
Bloody what a song to erase! 


Poem Details | by Matt Forshay |
Categories: dark, death,

Only the Good Die Young Dark Limerick

Even though "Only the good die young"
A very well known song that's sung
But should it be said
Means less in the head
They wanted death before off the tongue

  


Poem Details | by Jvonne Botha |
Categories: happiness, nature, places, me,

Africa

Africa 
I hear your song, 
I feel your beat, 
Ngiyakuthanda Africa 
And you take me home… 

Your wide open spaces, 
Tseno metala legodimo, 
Your rivers run strong 
Your mountains stand proud

Africa 
I hear your song 
I feel your beat 
Ngiyakuthanda Africa 
And you take me home… 

The sun shines brightly on your copper field, 
Your endless horizons set me free… 
Your winds guide me to where the rain falls down 
On the earth where you grow wild and unruly 

Africa 
I hear your song 
I feel your beat 
Ngiyakuthanda Africa 
And you take me home… 

In jou het ek n tuiste..Africa


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 catherine Reinke |
Categories: inspirational, nature, passion, seatree,

Palm Tree Delight

P   A   L   M      T    R     E      E      D   E   L   I   G   H   T
Written by Catherine Reinke


In your arms, I lay behold ,
gentle winds and sea salt kiss.
Shade full arms from hot sun bold 
coco milk sweet, lovers dish.

My naked skin, sun loves to play
lying under this palm tree day.

Listen  to your  arms wind sound.
No gentler tender song I’ve found.

Tension, grief, sorrow and more,
all left behind seaside’s door.

For here life’s origins, beget and made
ancient past lives, memories to fade.

But here in Tulum, my friendship sea
I find myself, in gentle palm tree.

And so from youth my memory serves
a poem that retold again deserves.

“that only God can make a tree and
…poems are written by fools like me”

Truly then and true today
That Godly art create tree play.

For made he did a vast array
charming comfort of trees I say.
Strong steadfast oaks.
Wispy willows.
Lilac purples for ones pillow.
Cedar pillars ancient.
Rain forest lush,
only the palm tree 
makes me bush.

Round coco breasts filled with milk.
Erect pillar penetrating fronds of silk.


So, in your arms I want to be
naked, contentment, happy and free.
And so end my tree poetic attempt
of my love affair palm tree spent.













Poem Details | by CT Duet |
Categories: funny, humor,

A Series Of Limericks

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 


Poem Details | by Kim Robin Edwards |
Categories: society, song, travel,

The Last Train The Fast Train

The law was searching everywhere.
In every place you can imagine.
Far from home.
So far away.
It was a nice day.
It was OK..
It was a nice day, to get out of here.
We took the last train..
The fast train..
We took the last train..
Out of here..
Most of the time.
We were on the run..
From the law, and the misunderstandings.

Misunderstood by the right arm.
It was the right arm of the law..
It was a fast chase, from a rat race.
By the right arm of the law.
Far from home.
So far away.
It was a nice day.
It was OK..
It was a nice day, to get out of here.
We took the last train.
The fast train.
We took the last train.
Out of here..

Most of our time, we spent together.
So far from home.
We're chased forever..
By the right arm of the law..

It was a fast chase, from a rat race.
By the right arm of the law.
So far from home.
So far away.
It was a nice day..
It was OK..
We took the last train.
The fast train.
We took the last train.
Out of here..

We took the last train.
The fast train.
We took the last train..
Out of here..

We took the last train.
The fast train.
We took the last train..
Out of here...

Last Train Song by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..All rights reserved..


Poem Details | by Krystyna Hrodz |
Categories: corruption, crazy, creation, deep,

Wild Eyes

Through the most simple of things, such as a bed time or favorite music
I've defined myself - one who knows an answer, but will not use it
One who soars with a mind of chaos, with both feet remaining still
Walking and learning with the normal, with a mind completely ill.

When desks transformed into prison cells, wise words left unspoken
The label for my knowledge remained, a pale grey, yet unbroken
Defined by numbers I'd glued to my brain, while never knowing why
I'd been imprisoned in a classroom - my mind floating with the sky.

Soon scholars transformed to prisoners while bandits became the brains
Impossible dreams and visions lived, through those they called insane
My vision burned with eyes shut, as imagination fed the flame
From then perception altered greatly while my eyes remained the same.

A bed time - at first a rule to live by, now signals my dreaming
A simple song - once a background, now the heart of my breathing
One who used to shed tears over reality, I now smiled
Dreams distort the reality of one whose heart becomes wild.


Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

Sam, the treesung

Once there was a dog called Sam, the treesung
he sung a great song as anthem,my song
Casikusur, a riddle
Zicasukur, a riddle
bloody how could sam sung my song?


Poem Details | by Suburban Lovechild |
Categories: business, humor, irony, life,

Everything has a fee

Everything has a fee,
Nothing on Earth's for free,
There is no relation,
Without compensation,
Unless it's just me versus me.

Something always involves cost,
From breathing to auto exhaust,
Imagine, people mating,
Without use of call waiting,
Millions of yen would be lost.

Even intangibles hold value,
A smile from the wind, a song on the bayou,
If you yell at your spouse,
Well, there goes the house,
The true meaning of "I do, I do".

Life is a pay-per-view event,
Due to our voyeuristic intent,
We can't cross the street,
To keep matters discrete,
All we have is fiscal repent.

(3/8/90)


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: funny, me, me,

Little Guy Dwarves

Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight

So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was slow
Up sticks did she go
At her topless body he did gawk

When Tuesday evening came around
She tiptoed without a sound
Beside bashful she sat
Blimey, not again, no chat
His eyes on me will never abound

Oh my! it's Wednesday again
Am I beautiful or just plain Jane
I better go to the Doc
Do I look good in this frock
Am I letting my shapely shapes wane

It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy
Whose chest has become rather wheezy
To him I won't kiss
No matter his wish
I have no desire to become queasy

Thankfully Friday has been reached
It's the weekend long lies are now preached
For Sleepy I'll never wake
No booty will he shake
My cheeks he'll never see peached

Saturday has finally come along
Even Grumpy now sings the same song
With a song and a cheer
Shared over a few beers
No chance you'll get into my thong

Have I saved Sunday to be the best
Is Happy better than the rest
His smile tells me so
For more than his cheeks glow
At last a loving grin at my breasts

Oh I need to be loved ever since
Like the weeks I had with my Prince
For many many nights
He knew to love me right
When I walked, you could see my legs wince










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-6.php


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 Kim Robin Edwards |
Categories: lyric, song,

I'm Singing A Song You Like

I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing, I'm singing a song you like..

And if you want me, and need me real bad.
Just call me.
I'm there when you want.
Just call me.
I'm there when you need my love.

I'll give you, the things that you need.
I'll give you, the things that you want.
I'll give you, the love that you need from me..

Because I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing, I'm singing a song you like.

When I give you, the love that you need.
Return, your love to me.
Return, your love to me at once..

Because I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing, I'm singing a song you like.

And when you call me.
Please want me real bad.
I need you.
I need you real bad.
I love you.
I love you for what you are.

I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing and playing guitar.
I'm singing, I'm singing a song you like..

Song-Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1988,2014..
ALL rights reserved..


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: stress,

Are You Nutso



Smile, damn it smile, you face won't break It's a brand spanking new day for goodness sake No grumpies allowed Sing hallelujah out loud In fact, break out in song as soon as you wake Are you nutso???


Poem Details | by MoonBee Canady |
Categories: allegory, friendship, peaceautumn,

James 'Jimbo' Marshall Goff ( A Limerick)

‘James ‘Jimbo’ Marshall Goff ’

 There Was A Gentle Man, Known As Jimbo
Who Had An Exceptional-Voiced, Poet-Lingo
    That When He Spoke To The Trees
       They All Dropped Their Leaves
At The Autumn Song of His Classical-Soul-O



For Jimbo.Because of His Depth of Soul
           Tenderness For Nature
Strong Convictions, Multi-Faceted Triumphs
          and an All Around Good Guy

                 Your Poet-Friend, MoonBee


Poem Details | by penny kauffman |
Categories: happiness, inspirational, life, old,

Once Along Time Ago

    Once along time ago, when I was only 3,
    I was sitting on my lawn, and a bird sat on
    my knee, He sang a song of Au tum , and then went
    his merry way,I often stop and think about ,that very
    spec ail dayFor I swore I saw that same old bird sitting
    on my lawn and he was singing and singing that same
    old lovely song.

    Did he know who I was ?
    Did he remember me?
    Did he know that years ago
    He sat upon my kn


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: happiness,

One Day Did Look Horn Limerick

One Day Did Look Horn Limerick

One day did look out into the dark;
Ray of hope had seen a small spark;
The closer I approached bigger it got;
Answer was there that I now sought;
Listen for peaceful song of a lovely lark.

Just wrote all of my latest limericks
this very morning.


Poem Details | by Steve Harris |
Categories: love,

An Irish Courtship

There once was a Lass from up around Mass
Who ventured down south for some schoolin’

The boys were all giddy because she was so pretty,
But none caught the young lady’s fancy

Her suitors opined, but she was resigned
An old maid certain she’d be

Deep in her books, she gave none a look
But her grandpa weren’t without hope

Each day by the gates he stood with his hook
A young prince hoping to spy

No prince did appear, but against all fear
A gay minstrel did saunter by

Into the keep and down the main street
He passed in the blink of an eye

Off to the tower to find his fair flower
The bonny maiden he’d spotted afar

Our hero it seems was livin’ a dream
For crushed by the Ice Maiden he would certainly be

Onlookers wager the fool’s errand end
“Two Quid he’ll jump when she’s through with him!”

Onward he trod, his prize to hold
Journey at end and heart ever bold

“Come down to me!” he beckoned
The Ice Maiden unmoved

Outside her window, his love song to begin
Each day returnin’ to serenade again

Finally emergin’, the Ice Maiden relents
“Marry you will I, given one thing”

“Sing no more my love till the end of time,
For your tone deaf caterwaul drives me out of my mind.”


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: memory,

The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe



“On The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe” This song is rolling round in my brain today Was it the Modernaires or Pied Pipers Which group were the blighters That made us sing along in a hap hap happy way


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: political,

Big Political Poem

Times and Protests

Times and protests are troubling
All of our problems started doubling
In minds Trumps seeds are planted
With him as President are disenchanter
White House water has stopped bubbling.

For hours at poles we waited
Can this election be invalidated
Due to Trump and trumped up lies
To every voter was a total surprise
With much doubt had been satiated.

Move To Another State

So maybe me and my mate
Will be moving to another state
Who Hillary did support
Never selling her short
Foolishness will be final fate.

From voting booths we were escorted
Even some of us were deported
Thanks to Trump's growing demands
A President who has small hands
Rhetorical questions from Russia were imported.

We will have to hail to the king
Which will be a new thing
Who is a worthless impostor
Won't find name on a memorial roster
God Bless America never knew how to sing.

She was an item made for a collector
And so sad that we did not select her
Some sat in silence and never voted
For Trump who only himself promoted
About to become our new director.

All of the polls sure were all swayed
Towards Hillary whose plans were well laid
People to polls no longer came
Hillary lost which was a shame
With our minds polls have played.

Has been a high note and a road
But why would we want a fat toad
About to explode sounding like a third grader
Bragging about being a world trader
God, from my mind take off a load.

What we want is harmony and continuity
Not Trump and all of his pure stupidity
Now what we stated seeing clearly
Was Hillary almost won nearly
Trump will increase moral morbidity.

(This will be sudden death to all morals.)

Where in the world will we begin
Do we always have to hear it again
Same old song they sang and were playing
And In front of TV had been laying
As irritated skin started to become thin.

We would have absolutely died
If Trump with great wisdom tried
In each plan describe what he meant
Regarding all of the money to be spent
About how much of story had he lied.

Was it somewhat transparent or superficial
About each impact starting out initial
When we turned and looked around
His appearance made us spellbound
Trump being President is official.

Here they all are hot off the press.
Now if they will put any of them 
in their newspapersIt only takes
a little intelligence to understand
what my poems are saying and proving.
My poems belong in the minds of
each beholder even if younger or older

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Proud Poet

Who likes doing poetic justice
to everythingSo you should set 
up a poetry page in your erudite
newspaper.


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

Maniac Who Loves Money

Maniac Who Loved Money

Trump was maniac who loved money;
Acting foolish thinking he was funny;
He went out and had affair on a dare;
All of his supporters are full of despair;
Died when water boarded by his honey.
(Or was it with honey.)

Cremated By Someone Related

Trump's dead body was sticky subject;
Had heard that someone it did select;
Turned out to be someone related
Who had his cruddy body cremated
Before every body it did infect.

Every body needs a body sometime.
Is that the song Dean Martin sang
With an Italian twang.

Jim Horn.