Best Broom Handle Poems

Kids of different
nationalities gather
every day to play 
in the streets of Chicago 
once their daily chores are done.

They play with marbles,
scummy top, pitching pennies,
or a rambunctious 
game of stickball in the old 
neighborhood cobblestone streets.

Children stand and watch; 
the pitcher keeps a firm hold,
throwing the...

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Have you ever had a major itch
Deep inside your brain
Where your whole face does a Chubby Checkers twist
Driving you erratically down crazy lane

You need to find that special something 
To cram far enough up your nose
And if you can't get to it that way
There's that...

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Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an oceanographic breeze to a tree of great magnitude as deviance...

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Here are some fun things that happened
On that classic Candid Camera show
A man walked backwards on a sidewalk
People copied him, wouldn't you know?

A man wearing only tighty whiteys
Asked the hotel clerk for a room
A street cleaner starts cleaning the gutters
With a broom handle but missing...

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Blue Moon 

Super moon last night saw it from my terrace
18% brighter and 20% nearer a meteorologist  
On TV said…how dry can one get?

Huge, yellow and beautiful, so close I could 
touch it with a broom handle but I felt its pull
for a moment...

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There once was a bully named Ump
With broom handle stuck up his Rump
He bragged, "I'm a rat!"
And they voted for that
As they scavenged for food at the dump....

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The broom handle 
         came down swift.
Bruise bumps 
          rising on my skin
    Without      within.
I screamed and cried 
 ...

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Town children gather 
around in a neighborhood 
wide cobblestone street
to take part in a lively 
select game of tattered ball. 

Children stand and watch; 
the pitcher keeps a firm hold,
throwing the tattered
ball, placing it hard right down 
the middle of the chalked square.

With broom handle...

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The customs men shake their heads
and watch the women enter Mexico.
Three with skirts, white socks,
one with jeans 
and proper blouse.
Seventeen, eighteen
just out of Concord Academy
in a black Packard Super Clipper,
not quite as big as a hearse.
They buy silver jewelry from the women
and beers and tamales...

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Flexagility
I can bend at the waist, put my head between knees
See what’s in my back pocket and do that with ease
I can cris-cross my legs and then walk on my hands
I can stand on a ball and juggle six pans
I can place a broom handle...

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Sometimes I just want to write a poem for myself.
Myself is laughing, thinking I am being cute or funny.
I chase her into a closet and put a broom handle against the door.
That will show her who to tease.

Today’s poem is going to be rocking, funny,...

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Snake in the rafters
Cat on a plank
Broom handle
Saves the day
As I wrestle
A cat’s life
Run’s out the door
Ahead of the snake
And me
I look at the cat
And he at me
We both knew...

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Witch owl stirred the antique broom handle in a slow steady way
The cauldron’s energy turned from gray and orange to green that day.
The concoction is almost ready she told the bats from West Avenue Bay.
Cheering and hooting came from the ghouls, warned not to play....

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Red.
Yellow, brown, or orange. 
Leaves live comfortably.
At cider mills, and in backyards. 
Maple leaves. 
They are spiky, and boldly shaped. 
Into a leaf pile. 
They are dead, but not haunted.
They are yellow, brown, or orange. 
Mostly, red though. 
Or maybe we just like the red...

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