Limerick Poems About Hawk | Hawk Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: humor,

Air Lift

Bob was happy with his Mini Cooper
It drove great, making him an in-grouper.
But a hawk aloft dove speedily
Taking the car in his claws greedily.
Now Bob calls the hawk a party pooper.

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Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: imagination,

Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock
It doesn’t matter about the clock
When you come down
Don’t break your crown
For Jack will watch like a hawk

Russell Sivey


Poem Details | by Richard Breese |
Categories: adventure, animal, best friend, cat, fate, giggle, humor,

Cat in the Hat

There once was a very posh rat
Who would wear a very tall hat.
Till he went for a walk
And was spied by a hawk,
The friend of a very posh cat.


Poem Details | by terri stiles |
Categories: animal, silly, summer,

The Bird Feeder

A birdfeeder hangs on the oak tree.
The sparrows all come there to eat free.
One day a Blue Jay,
Chased them all away.
The Hawk said “Hooray” dinner for me!



Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: religion,

Chastity Walk

Our church held a Chastity Walk
Where old folks just stand there and gawk
Our numbers are few
But what can one do
When gossips have eyes like an hawk?


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: lust,

A laugh in the Forest

Male sees female and wants to make
Question is:  How long will it take?
Happy as sin
He pops it in
But female thinks it is a fake!*

*Male hawk did a super quick fly-by
whilst female impatiently waited for the real thing


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: philosophy,

The Four Attitudes

Rules help us live together in peace
Rules give the hawk control of the geese
Rules are for fools
Who lack the tools
Rules light the way the whole world to fleece!


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

Each Squawk Heard from a Hawk

Each Squawk Heard from a Hawk

Should sufficiently count each squawk,
That had been released by a big hawk;
Harder trying;
Feathers flying;
Changed mind and learned how to talk.

Jim Horn