Best Small Fry Poems
A widow would frequently cry
And then snuggle up to a guy
She'd lick her lip
Undo his zip
And shriek, "Not another small fry!"
Categories:
small fry, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Dainty angelic butterfly
Were you seen by that passerby?
The strings of beauty you untie….
Making the garden weep and cry.
Formed by heavenly host on high,
You flit and glide as you pass by.
Although you be petite, small fry,
You make my heartstrings simply sigh.
As you float in the sheer blue sky,
Appreciation is not dry.
For our attention you do not vie,
I pause, and think and wonder why.
Your sassy attitude says “hi”.
Though you appear extremely shy.
You captivate us, and do not try
Please don’t go. I cannot say good-bye.
Categories:
small fry, butterfly,
Form:
Monorhyme
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the sky,
Santa's reindeer sped bringing toys to the world's small fry.
"On Dasher! On Dancer and Prancer! On Cupid and Vixen!
Lead on Rudolph! Speed it up there Donner and Blitzen!"
Rudolph knew the routine since he had led Santa for years,
Cruising o'er Australia, Merry Olde England and sunny Algiers!
Suddenly, Santa saw strange sights he'd never encountered before!
Whizzing past him were dozens of satellites and space junk galore!
But faithful Rudolph was alert and said after another near miss,
"Never mind, boss! Trust me and hang on! I'll get you through this!"
Santa clutched his toy bag, hunkered down and closed his eyes,
Relying on the red-nosed one to guide him safely through the skies.
They made it alright and Santa visited every isle, city and nation,
Spreading cheer to all who awaited his visit with great anticipation!
Santa brought presents to all good little girls and boys worldwide,
Thanks to his magic sleigh and reindeer with Rudolph as his guide!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
small fry, christmas, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
When I Was A Small Fry,
My Father Would Often Try,
To Tell Us Stories All About Life,
One In Particular,
Sticks Out In My Mind,
The Story Of Watermelons And Their Rind,
We Were Told To Never Swallow The Seeds,
That The Watermelons Sweetness,
Is All We Should Eat,
He Informed Us,
That Eating Watermelon Seeds,
Grew Babies,
Well Now,
My Child Mind,
Being The Wondering Kind,
Wondered If A Seed My Stomach Should Find,
Instead Of Watermelon,
The Orange Pumpkin Kind,
Would I Have A Jack-O-Lantern Baby?,
Just In Time For Halloween?,
This Certainly Seemed Logical To Me,
Now All Of This Rhetoric Sure Did Stink,
Our Watermelon And Pumpkin Days,
We Had To Rethink,
To Avoid Conception We Never Swallowed Their Seeds,
Instead We Planted Them And Let Them Be,
In Rich Soil Beneath Sweet Apple Trees,
Our Garden Grew With Plenty To Eat,
Prompted By Stories Of Deceit,
My Father Was Held Accountable,
For Telling Stories That Tasted So Sweet.
~Vickie Thayer~
Categories:
small fry, father, father daughter, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Well, I read in the paper today that Senator Feinstein has again gone berserk!
With the plethora of problems we have, she wants to give chickens a perk!
Never mind that millions of souls are out of work and on food stamps rely!
She opts to pursue the plight of chickens ignoring the needs of we small "fry!"
Seems she deems chickens' cages far too small for them to flap their wings!
The Constitution provides for freedom of speech and religion among other things,
But danged if I was aware that chickens had any such Constitutional rights!
This is taking our precious freedoms to unexplored and dangerous heights!
Perhaps "Maam" Feinstein is wooing votes from chicken pressure groups,
Crying "foul" for the right to improve living conditions in their cozy coops!
Her legislation increases fowls' living area to 144 square inches of space!
She deems the way egg-laying hens now exist is an utter disgrace!
Let me hasten to say that for all of God's creatures I have great compassion,
But the nation is headed for Hades! Must the quandary of hens be our passion?
Her statute requires eggs to be labeled so we'll know how hens were raised.
And the size of henhouses must be increased! La-de-da and the Lord be praised!
Senator, may I suggest that you find something more productive to do,
Such as protecting our borders and providing for the hungry and homeless too!
I don't recall that chickens can vote! (Perhaps that is open for future debates!)
Yours is a "half-cracked" plan being dished out on our overly-saturated plates!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
small fry, funny, political,
Form:
Rhyme
A young cowgirl will sing by and by
"Whoopee tie your yipee whoopee tie!"
For she knows how to cling
To a bull's ding-a-ling
But has nary a clue with small fry
Categories:
small fry, humor,
Form:
Limerick
'I'm having the children for dinner',
she meant it quite literally
a combination of the old
woman in the shoe and
Red Riding Hood's wolf
she was a peach most days,
til her blood lust went array,
still a humanitarian in some ways,
when it came to small-fry stew
she'd never cook up more than two,
gracious enough to ring up the parents
to inform them how well-seasoned
their children inexplicably were,
subsequently invited them for dessert
yet, she would never dine on
anyone over three - -
hardly tender enough to whet
one's appetite, when they arrived
told mum and dad the kids
had gone yonder for a quick dip,
proceeded to serve up
sugar and spice and
everything nice
on a fresh bed of
snips and snails and
puppy dog tails
Bon Appetit
Trick or Treat
Categories:
small fry, children, fantasy, hyperbole, imagination,
Form:
Imagism
I know a river where the fish fly in the sky.
Sheltered by boundless ember morning sky,
a lull stillness, it refuses to say goodbye;
I breathe deep in submission quiver and sigh.
Drifting upriver in my small fry fishing boat
wishing for a plate of fried fish, so, I wore my lucky coat.
It's out there waiting for a moving worm afloat.
A dragonfly hover by, big bass launch into the air.
Dangling my pole over the boat there, I stare.
Speckle trout; come with me, my cupboard is bare.
I spent all day as the fish just laughed,
bait writhe at the end of the hook as they passed.
Splash! A nibble, then a take. Holy Moly, largemouth bass.
11/4/2021
Example for Contest
Categories:
small fry, boy, fishing,
Form:
Rhyme
What's fair and right we oft dismiss
While clinging to our prejudice.
But biggest biases of all
Are aimed at us, the short and small.
What's tall or towers people praise,
But opposites get no bouquets.
Short applicants are shown the door,
And folks the undersized ignore.
You call us names that really hurt
Like small fry, shorty, shrimp, and squirt.
And pygmies, peewees, half-pints, runts
And dwarf and midget are affronts.
You should not judge on size alone.
James Madison could hold his own.
Attila was a little Hun.
Napoleon was number one.
I look you squarely in your knees
And ask politely would you please
Become a bit more circumspect
And give to us our due respect.
To terminate this diatribe,
If tales some heroes would describe
As "little, dark, and handsome," then
Perhaps I'll not complain again.
(But pale and homely people might.)
Categories:
small fry, discrimination, growth, humor, hurt,
Form:
Quatrain
Devoted to the ocean am I,
ever since I was a small fry.
Daddy taught me to swim,
the first time I was in with him.
Diving from the steps at the pier,
the higher the dive, the louder the cheer.
Few things compare to a skinny dip,
running in unseen in the nip.
In summer when the seawater heats,
I just can't wait to bathe my feet.
Even in winter when seagulls screech,
it's soothing to walk along the beach.
Cares and worries drift away
as I walk along the bay.
Blessed am I to live close by,
when devoted to the ocean am I.
04/08/2019
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's contest
Devoted To The Ocean
Categories:
small fry, blessing, environment, ocean,
Form:
Couplet
I may be the smallest of small fry
yet I've got an idea that if we try
really try, give it all that we've got
out absolute 100% better-than-best shot
to develop leaders, true leaders, diamonds and jewels
in our churches, our youth groups, and schools
that the cream might rise to the top; O, that it would
and our country's leaders inspire us, as well they should
Americans want integrity and bold vision on Capitol Hill
not catcalls or petty quarrels from voices selfish and shrill
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Note: The word 'churches' in line six above includes mosques,
temples, synagogues, and any other type of religious
or secular-humanist institution
Categories:
small fry, america, leadership, proposal, youth,
Form:
Couplet
the waters small body
small fry big splashes on farm
first catch in her day
Categories:
small fry, daughter, family, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Les C. More back from the vay-cay holidays,
giving my poetry peeps
a look-see at an odd Klondike meet
He ain’t nothing but
small potatoes
Trying to live
big-talk lettuce large
His backsliding snowshoes
walk so holey
That short con grifter grin
spin tall tales —
Green giant beanstalk
talk guacamole-y
Mucho moneybag dreams
full of empty air,
that don’t ever avocado amount to nothing
Small-time schemes
of simple-minded plans,
which never pan out ... sub zero foul headed south
Always bringing in less than nothing
He ain’t never gon bandito be nothing
but a small fry —
Small-time peso, catphish criminal
on an asphalt pond coin hustle
Pennywise pygmy putting on froggy airs,
croaking a tough guy cry ... squirting big croc tear lies
Acting like dollar store muscle
But his big, bad Canadian woofs
be a poodle scare farce,
French barks full of nothing ...
giving him kennel plenty caged time
to have more polarizing, petty cell thoughts —
Little gray matter blowing
big bluster got busted ... Arctic cop caught
Leprechaun brain freeze melting grandiose dreams
into Yukon fools gold, iron bar moonbeams
Solitary mote musings eyeing elephantine endings:
more get-rich angles, poach-the-poor fantasies
Tiny-hearted man with big swindle hands,
always got a large lung bag of con
for holding paper vapors less than nothing
Categories:
small fry, adventure, character, fun, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Hey there small fry,
how do you do?
Today you are small,
but tomorrow belongs to you.
You take such short steps,
but you can rest assured,
though today relies on mom and dad,
tomorrow will be yours.
I know this world is very big,
but do not be afraid.
I promise you will have it all,
tomorrow is your day.
Categories:
small fry, family, father, children, life,
Form:
Free verse
sun speckled small fry
dart riotously around
slow swaying sea kelp
18/04/2018
Categories:
small fry, fish, nature, water,
Form:
Haiku