Best Britches Poems
Was totally overwhelmed by your Birthday wishes
From all over the world, it busted my britches
I apologize if I missed one
I completely came undone
I'm sending you all a bunch of love and kisses
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
britches, love,
Form:
Limerick
Oh! these silly britches
I'll have to talk to grandma
they need new stitches
and a nip, and a tuck
I love the way she fixes things
she has that special touch.
I'll bring to her a sewing basket
with all the needles and threads
and while she is sewing them
I can eat some of her fresh baked
breads.
She always glad to fix things for
me and my sister Ray and always
has a smile for us at any time
of the day.
When our britches begin to hang to
low, we always know where to show,
Grandma's house, that is right
Come on Ray, lets go.
Categories:
britches, care, child, childhood, children,
Form:
Rhyme
One hand on my britches keeps them from falling down
One hand on my cane, which keeps me off the ground
I know a solution must be found, I can’t decide just what kind
I’ve been analyzing the situation; but it rather puzzles my mind
Could be gravity tugging on them that has them in such a rush
Or is it my belly hanging out there that has given them a push
Now I know I was looking for something; I guess I’ll just look around
I am hoping that I will know it whenever it is found
I believe that I was headed out for somewhere
But must find my jacket; nothing else fit to wear
I certainly have my hands full, as anyone can see
I know that I have to get going; but damn, now I have to pee
Categories:
britches, humorous, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Britches
And The Man In The Lake
Written: by Tom Wright
7/20/98
While standing at the waters edge
I peered within to see.
This strange reflection of a man
there staring back at me.
Getting no response to questions
I didn't learn his name.
But found each move I conjured up
he always did the same.
I saw within this newfound friend
a man so blessed with gain.
But this man wouldn't get involved
and this caused me some pain.
Turning to leave with one last glance
having done all I could do.
I found this friend that I'd just made
was turning to leave too.
The Lake Man left me this one thought
not to idly sit and yearn.
That investments in time serving, God,
will always pay a great return.
Categories:
britches, inspiration, religious,
Form:
Lyric
During the frigid night
Hoarfrost has embraced her branches
As a tight fitting tunic,
Tailor made, just for her.
Night wind's chafing bite
Has long since given way to crisp morning air,
And snow has lengthened into fog,
Past where aqueous eyes can take in.
Facing east, car's window rolled down,
A broken barb wire fence, this tree,
And a subtle hint of promise,
Where a rising sun will soon be.
This tree sat alone in a large pasture and was a sight to behold.
Categories:
britches, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The eagle mocked the owl
who was tethered by a string
and ended up in bird-lime
that caught him by the wing.
Owl said to eagles
escape if you can
for you'll soon be mock
by the swift knife of man.
Categories:
britches, vanity, wisdom, youth,
Form:
ABC
Summer on the Farm
As Related By Britches
By:Tom Wright
8/7/2006
Britches gets up early
To greet the breaking of dawn,
A stretch, a scratch,
And if sleepy, a yawn;
Old Elsie the cow
Anxiously awaits his pull,
He hopes when they’re done
His buckets near full;
Later he’ll throw
The chickens some scratch,
By then his mom will yell ”Pancakes”
And he’ll go eat a batch.
Tater peelings and buttermilk
Will make up scraps for the hog,
And while he’s at it
He’ll sail a biscuit to the dog.
Then with four buckles on
It’s off he goes to the silo,
For his fair entry’s ration
Of molasses and Milo.
The gate still needs fixin
On the property that they lease,
And his mother’s making pillows
So she’ll need down from the geese.
He’ll re-pen that Billy
And put the piglets with sow,
Fork hay in the mangers
And head out to plow.
He’ll spend untold hours
Following a mule named Blue,
Which causes me to ponder
Who was smarter of the two?
Britches next year graduates
Bringing news quite alarming,
That whatever life’s role
It would not include farming.
Categories:
britches, childhood, funny,
Form:
Lyric
Britches' Idioms
Composed: by Miracle Man
1/27/2021
“Britches” is now just a has been, an “ol’ used to be,”
though “he’s loaded for bear” he remains carefree.
He’s faster than “a chicken on a Cheeto” at finger lickin,
life is tough, but “like a dead horse, he ain’t kickin.”
Once “tough as whet leather” he’s now top drawer,
but still tells “how the cow ate the cabbage” and more.
“From trimming tail feathers” he’s become somewhat scarred,
but like a cheap gun, “he shoots quick and kicks hard.”
“He’s as brave as the first man to eat an oyster” they say,
and “Britches” still believes, “that every dog has it’s day.”
“He was so busy you’d think he was twins” in his youth,
now “he has senior moments” being “long in the tooth.”
It’s been “A coon’s age” since life has been fun,
won’t be much longer until life’s “done and done.”
Categories:
britches, age, life, time,
Form:
Couplet
“Britches”, Is At It Again!
By: Tom Wright
7/17/2006
Katrina came ashore
Sparing scarcely a palm,
Rains deluge came pelting,
Days later, the calm;
Rising floodwaters deposited
All its ill-gotten debris,
The ravaged were left floating
Or deposited in a tree.
People were seen clinging
To life on one’s rooftop,
While rescuers in their boats
Seemed too busy to stop.
Huge oil rigs were cut loose
And left adrift by this blow,
While at the pump we wonder
Just where the price will go?
We force the displaced on buses
Shipping them to Tim-buck-two,
Losing all that life had offered
They now must start life anew.
Politicians and actors
Are now united in voice,
That at fault was George Bush
He had made the wrong choice.
Seems the country is united
In the game we call blame,
Someone’s head had to roll
The head of FEMA by name;
But alas they’re not finished
New Orleans must rise again,
Once more below sea level
Our stupidity borders on sin.
A welfare city
Rife with corruption and sin,
It’s a way of life
Which only God can end.
Politicians will squander billions
Seeming to pay little mind,
For their endless cash flow’s strapped
To the taxpayers behind!
Categories:
britches, god, storm, weather,
Form:
Lyric
These are very trying time I'd say
Try this, try that, but the results are the same
Let's pull up our britches
Turn on the switches
Attack till this virus is shot down in flames
Categories:
britches, depression,
Form:
Limerick
"Britches"
and His Shadow
Written: by Tom Wright
8/14/00
The faster down life's road he would travel.
Whether "Britches" feet were slow or throwing gravel.
He said "There's this shadow always chasing me".
On sunny days, It's mostly then that I see.
He related, that as a boy, he'd try to run away.
But no matter how fast, it would always stay.
At times when it appeared at his side or to the front.
He'd try his football move, a head fake and stunt.
Not seeming to matter though what he would do.
To his left or right, it proceeded there too.
On overcast days it could never be found.
But still he took notice, thinking it somewhere around.
He'd look to the forefront and then to the rear.
Being caught unaware, was his ever-present fear.
The only safe havens that "Britches" seemed to see.
Was in the faint shadows of other objects and trees.
For into darkened places this shadow wouldn't go.
And as for why it pursued him, "Britches" never did know.
But fearful of his own shadow wasn't how it would be.
As "Britches" whooped from the shade, you're the one scared of me.
Categories:
britches, humor,
Form:
Lyric
teribium,Curium,actinium
sheres of charcoal.
they seek such to
make generated dissisha.
samples the need
for energy.
the need to produce
the world wishes a
freedom from what
currently exist.
Des-alpha motaium.
Categories:
britches, science, science fiction,
Form:
Bio
“Britches” 2
Written: by Miracle man
July 12, 2021
His younger years are slowly becoming blurred,
some think he’s matured into a “tough old bird”.
He’s been sewed up, stapled, wired, and glued,
due to thirty five scars that he has accrued.
Each one of these markings has a story to tell,
One gives an account of hearing death bell’s knell.
His days are prolonged, oft leaving him stressing,
and he still looks to God for undeserved blessing.
To him, life has mirrored, some unsolved riddle,
morning thoughts are fixed on the “cross in the middle”.
He has a firm persuasion of what lies ahead,
and focuses on the cross where Jesus’ blood was shed.
Categories:
britches, god, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Man so brave we called him Sissy Britches.
One bee and he would dive into the ditches.
Terrified of fire,
One we couldn’t admire.
Killed during game by one of the pitches.
We did not hate him now that he was dead.
And learned pretty quickly his name was Fred.
He became a saint.
Memories a taint.
Put up a statue made of metal – lead.
Categories:
britches, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Limerick
Britches and the Train
Written: by Tom Wright
10/14/99
Two long tracks lay parallel in fresh snow,
"Britches", being inquisitive, asked his Dad, where do they go?
He said, “they cross our streams and many a street",
then pointed to the horizon where they appeared to meet.
"They race across flat lands, around curves and up the hill,
running side by side, though all the while, standing still".
"They crisscross this nation without fanfare or flair,
never seeming to tire from the great load they bear".
"Britches" first saw smoke then in a distance, a cry,
then hugged his Dad's leg as a black monster came by.
Now you can take this as fact, or consider It's source,
but "Britches" had just witnessed, his first "Iron Horse".
Categories:
britches, dad, travel,
Form:
Lyric