Brit Poems - Poems about Brit

You know you're in trouble When folks burst your bubble That your fine English accent Most others lament. Their eyes grow far larger Their countenance harder As they gaze with intent To listen hell bent. Their attention a treasure At first such a pleasure Until one quite grasps Their facial contrasts. As you blabber away Their head starts to sway To the tones of your words Like a flock of...

Continue reading...

We all like what we like. From the greats to the raw and the ripe. The grit keeps on with the great fight. Pushing language beyond what might. Losing time but keeping dear our chosen right. To argue is British. To complain above and beyond our balance and insight. Appearance lost in translation of mob...

Continue reading...

There once was a young native Brit And his head looked just like a tit He would squeeze it for fun Just to make people run Then his friends would suddenly split August31, 2020 Limerick Fun Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin PS for syllable counts...

Continue reading...

Monty Python taught me, the more outrageous the better Brits were born with giggle genes, the rest got aged cheddar Being a Canuck Was partly in luck My genes, though worn, are still Brit-based giggle-spreaders...

Continue reading...

Learned from Monty Python, the more outrageous the better Brits were born with giggle genes, the rest got aged cheddar Being a Canuck Was partly in luck My genes, though worn, are still a Brit-based giggle-spreader...

Continue reading...

You call it a diaper – I call it a nappy Whatever the name the result’s often crappy! I call it a handbag; you call it a purse But if it got stolen I’m sure that we’d curse You call it jelly and we call it jam I like it on toast whenever I can To me buns are something tasty...

Continue reading...

The child was walking home from school Almost running now, The anticipated fun awaiting him at his door The dog always knew ahead of time his coming and would always be early at the door , tail wagging , tongue flapping, The Mother always knew the time and would let the dog out the door just minutes before....

Continue reading...

Limerick crochetés: Portrait of a Dead Brit Nazi, Lord of the Lollypoppians Part One Once an uppity man from Poland Wed a stumpy wench from High Golan Result: mangy mongrel Was...

Continue reading...

Limericks crochetés: Once French Socialist met Brit counterpart Once French Socialist met Brit counterpart They turned right and round and round each other: Frenchman took two steps right Brit four right steps with might: Ended up one on top of the other ! Then they met American new Leftist Who taught them how to do the ragtime twist: Turn left and then to...

Continue reading...

We sat languidly on our porch While the sun blow torched the small Karoo town A shimmering image appeared in the distance, Treading the dusty brown path with an elegance That defied the heat of the sun. Closer it came, Walking God-like on a mirage of water. It was the Brit In his best outfit. Suit, collar, and tie The finest that money could buy. Imported...

Continue reading...

Join Me High Tea * Placed 1st in Brian Strand's contest, "YOU HAVE MAIL"....

Continue reading...