Best Weiner Poems

 

One day cat ran off with my pork wiener,
now, usually I am no whiner;
and I love my cat divine,
always in my heart will twine;
but, gosh darn, there was no wiener finer!

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February 21, 2023 (repost)


Poetry/Limerick/The Weiner
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Each day it is get up before the sun, prepare the cart
Stock until it’s full and it is on with the day.
Mr. Johansson now has his work cut out for him
Selling dirty waters on the corner of 5th and Broadway.

For 34 years now, this has...

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Mitchamaboola a trolling woman with a mean demeanor
Was losing her eyesight, according to her tattling dog, Weiner.
He told everyone he knew and some he did not even know.
She never knew who it was, because she was kind of slow.

She never suspected Weiner because he was...

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The wiener mobile should be here at eleven I said.
My straight man principal’s blue eyes went up into his head
They will love it, I reassured him, and all students will be fed.
This happy day was arranged by my goofy cousin, bi-polar Ned.

Ned came tearing up...

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