Best Pooh Pooh Poems

These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own...

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Woo the woman
Love the lady
Mellow the maiden
Manage the maid
Garnish the girl
Dazzle the damsel
Bar the bimbo
Latch the lass
Silence the siren
Moor the mermaid
Net the nymph
Madden the madam
Tame...

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The cruelest of all villains lives on Mount Crumpit
for when it comes to Christmas, he says, "Dump it!"
He keeps trying to "Pooh pooh" that sacred...

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Hey, Scott Pruitt!*
We all knew it
Soon would come to this.

Rumors flew; it
Seemed you blew it.
Truth you would dismiss.

Anger’d brew; it
Looked like, “Screw it!”
Were the words...

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The nit-wit and the nincompoop
cordially bowed on the concert hall stoop.
Greeting the doorman, quite gaily
who nodded back, though more grayly.
And nobody dared to complain or...

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You can never fool this mangy old dude
A wise old owl you should never pooh pooh
Can recite the alphabet
Backwards no sweat
Standing in line at MacDonald's...

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:) :-)
Wear a smile all day, 
smile away the day
and watch the effect 
you pass around
It might just cheer up the not 
so gay
and happiness...

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You little ant, you are little ant!!!
W’ere are you going?
From were are going
From Egypt to promise desert land
From sun getting up to it sleeping.
Did thou...

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You can never fool this mangy old dude
A wise old owl you should never pooh pooh
Can recite the alphabet
Backwards no sweat
While standing in line at...

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You can never fool this mangy old dude
A wise old owl you should never pooh pooh
Can recite the alphabet
Backwards no sweat
While standing in line at...

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My friend told me that she said that I was a pooh pooh butt.
Who told you?
My friend said that he was talking about my mama.
Your...

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Ripples ladened with slow songs

are the blinks of your sleepy eyelashes

lashing me for sold innocence

and for feeding dreams with the putrid meat of wrongs.




The past...

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You little ant, you are little ant!!!
W’ere are you going?
From were are going
From Egypt to promise desert land
From sun getting up to it sleeping.
Did thou...

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An Echo Poem

Original: If I Kissed It - Poem by Brian Johnston

If I kissed it, would that make it better? 
Are you needing much more...

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If every snowflake’s different,
Which is what I’ve always heard,
Then their patterns, if you counted,
Would have numbers quite absurd.

So it wouldn’t be impossible,
In theory, if we...

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