Bong Poems - Poems about Bong

Bubble Bong Betty

Bubble Bong Betty with high heeled shoes
Ate too much candy but never touched booze
Trotted around showing all of us her fancy stuff
Her voice was melodic, not a bit sharp or rough

She had a way that was soft but also pretty unique
Johnny said Bubble Betty is the kind of woman I seek
We all agreed she was

Categories: bong, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

My Best Mechanical Friend

My Best Mechanical Friend

You pester me with the slightest errors.
You bing and bong
Giving me night terrors.
I want drive along
And not listen to musical scarers.

It’s three degrees and you let me know.
You shout at me. 
And then you show
On the dash a disaster ahead
And you bing and bong 
While but nothing is said.

You’re a lovely car

Categories: bong, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Can I Borrow Your Bong

Muggle catching monster with your four eyes strong
To follow you from place to place might be simply wrong
Your fuzzy furry hairy head needs trimmed, it is way too long
Your incisors have the length of a skinny king kong
Some people have said you look like a total ding dong.
I like you forever though; can I borrow

Categories: bong, word play,
Form: Monorhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

To Bing a Bong

what the he...ck!
i've nuthin to say...but

what's unreal...

the seeming impossible
appears...before your eyes

that trial and error step

found first...then
some second...and

now when you see...
the dead end sign

tells you...detour!

till that third step becomes...
the clear probability...

the impossible

takes form...repeating
always...with a difference

time means...mechanics


stan sand

Categories: bong, absence, analogy, time,
Form: Free verse

Billy Bong

Outback Down Under
He rode out one day
Joined by a dingo
Who wanted to play

The dingo soon snarled
Like it would attack
The next thing he knew
It snarled with a pack

His boomerang flew
Around the whole bunch
But never hit one
They ate him for lunch

A rather sad fact
His bones lie around
No longer intact
All over the ground

Though bleached by the sun
An unpleasant

Categories: bong, animal, break up, dog,
Form: Verse

Bong Bitty Bong Bitty Bong Bitty Bay

Bong bitty bong bitty bong bitty bay
You are the bottom thought for me every day.

Hong hitty hong hitty hong hitty hay
I am the top dog, and I simply don’t play.

Zong zitty zong zitty zong zitty zay
You’re a spectacular example of dirt within hay

Mong mitty mong mitty mong mitty may
If I know you’re going to be

Categories: bong, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

The Vacuum Cleaner Bong

Once a hippie with a "high" demeanor
Made a big "Bong" from a vacuum cleaner
The dust he forgot
His coughing throat caught
Now there's no pot, and his face's much greener!

Categories: bong, character, crazy, creation, imagery,
Form: Limerick

War Pipe Bong


It’s so serious,
it ain’t even funny
High times going on
in a White House underground bunker,
where Archie is glassblowing
American taxpayers’ money
He got heavy munchies
of Jughead hero dreams
Telling his kitchen cabinet
to kiss the silver signet 
of his fingered bling-bling
And pass the smoky salmon white bong,
so he can puff chest more dire threats — 
Tell the world the alt-right

Categories: bong, humor, political, truth, word
Form: Narrative

Let's Bang-Bang and Bong


When I strike the strings and music flows
Words drizzle while standing in meadows
Nobody around, but I hear the crowd
Hays bang their heads, bow and cheer aloud

A Rock-star, I feel, within again
Here, nobody lies and none to feign
Telling stories of life through my song
So, come on dears! Let's bang-bang and bong


10.02.2017

Categories: bong, life, music, song,
Form: Rhyme

The Arrow and the Bong

I shot an arrow into the sky
It fell to earth, I knew not why
The year was sixteen-forty-three
Before Isaac's discovery

Yet had that arrow fallen where
The infant slept, yet unaware
That arrows, just like apples, fall
The 'why' might have remained unsolved

My point fell safe fortunately
So Isaac gave us gravity
Now you will have to wonder why
This rhyming archer has

Categories: bong, humor,
Form: Rhyme

The Killing Field Bong Son Vietnam

	
        The Killing Field
	Bong Son,Viet Nam
	Not All Dead, Returned In Body Bags
	Written: By Tom Wright
	1/21/03
	
	The war in Viet Nam rages no more,
	But what say ye of the animate dead?
	Can we continue their plight to ignore?
	Staring past the crimson flow they shed?
	
	Pages from life were systematically torn,
	Eyes beholding things,

Categories: bong, war,
Form: Rhyme

A Bong For the Reaper

He had a beer.
	He had a joint.
He beat his wife.
	The pig went oink?

They taxed the car.
	They taxed your house.
Just sell the weed
	and tax don’t grouse.

Gov's buy bombers
                plant the poppy field.
Then enslave the natives
	use the kids as shields.

Take the drug

Categories: bong, funny
Form: Light Verse