Bert Poems - Poems about Bert

There was once a man called Bert Whose feelings of others he hurt There were those who ignored Others who on him deplored That he curb his need to be curt...

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Bert was the head convent An arrogant cocky little squirt His belligerent feelings were often hurt Because he was rude and often curt. His wife was tidy, neat and pert. Her talent was ironing his favorite blue shirt. About them both we liked to blurt For they were rather awful, Mert and Bert....

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My friend Bert the Twerp was a real jerk Small things at work would make him go berserk Told his boss off At the water trough For not allowing Bert to wear a pretty skirt...

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Marvellous* is the Lord Who loves you, my brother Your blessed life is His precious gift, to Him you must yield… Directing you to His victory, on the Lord You can depend Empowering and enabling is His help everyday Always available as to Him you call amidst afflictions and anxieties Ready your soul to restore while your spirit,...

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Bert was a little Brontosaurus, and his appetite was amazing. He liked to chew and munch and slurp, Bert never stopped his grazing. But one day after eating, he felt a little strange. Something was brewing in his tum, and Bert didn't like the change. In little Bert's guts, there was gurgling, and his mouth he opened wide. And from it came a...

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Get the barby firing, put on the ready meat have the odour wafting through houses in the street; someone half a mile away, puts his nose in the air, goes hell-bent on a bloodhound scent to get over there. He'd place a snag between some bread, then half the salads gone. He'd buzz around the esky, take a drink …...

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Old Bert the Twerp was a real jerk Things at work would make him go berserk Told his boss off At the water trough For not allowing Bert to wear a pretty skirt © Jack Ellison 2015...

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He is a fuzzy orange creature with a big nose. On blocks of a pyramid is where he goes. He has to change the colors to make them look the same. When he does this, he goes to the next frame. However, red balls are falling from the sky. Purple creatures are lurking who want to see him die. Our hero...

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Your fabulous career started in Minnesota. It ended many years later in California. Your statistics included sixty lifetime shutouts. You had over three thousand seven hundred strikeouts. A power right-hander considered among the best, your accomplishments placed you above much of the rest. Well Bert, despite your amazing prowess for the game, I cannot believe you have not made the Hall of...

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Now Bungeye Bert was a bit of A SQUIRT.... And came from the bush you see.... Had a squinty eye an open fly.... Was bandy round the knee.... He came to Brissy town this day....Brisbane First time in the big big smoke... Rolled his swag out in the park to lay.... Till the evil thugs did croak.... swag on fire, soon it was...

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Mean as a bucket of rusty nails, sweet as a Georgia peach You might want to knock for an hour or two, just don't walk in She will let you know if you are welcome or not Always had a double barrel scatter gun within reach She would not preach a sermon, cause you won't be causing no sin Or...

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MY MATE BERT I have a very special mate A flea whose name is Bert. He lives upon my old dog's ear, With his dear wife named Gert. My Bert is such an athlete too, He loves to somersault. Does singles, doubles, sometimes threes, I've never seen him fault. 'Till yesterday, while...

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