Clyde Poems - Poems about Clyde

the new employee was a walking cartoon opening his mouth proved he was a buffoon would have seemed wiser if he could have kept quiet said the weirdest things, thought he was a riot we ran from the lunchroom as soon as we spied the exaggerator, who made up things, and always lied. Did we ever give him a chance? Yes...

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the 1934 model 40 B Fordor deluxe sedan idled outside the gas station Inside was Clyde Barrow, who was robbing the place His moll, Bonnie Parker, sat inside the car, holding a shotgun these notorious robbers were deemed “Robin hood figures” This was the Great Depression; their crime spree teased imaginations Stories and rumors followed them from Texas to Missouri They...

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when I would have lied was about Bonnie and Clyde took us for a ride....

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Plain pink plaid cat loves her mouse, this is easy to see. He’s purple too, his name is Clyde McVey McVee. Clyde heard them speaking. “they are talking about me!” Plaid cat turned her head, and said “That’s old Lee.” Lee gave a hearty wave to his oldest friend, P.P.P. Give me a taste sometime, he said, rude as can...

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Meet the happy couple That's Hilda all in white Barney's there beside her Loves her with all his might They're an interracial couple No problem nowadays Frowned on not too long ago But today it's a-okay Met at the local horse saloon Frequented by the equine crowd She was a pretty show horse He was boisterous and loud Pretty soon, she tamed him Settled him down just...

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Bonnie Parker was obsessed with fame. She finally got it in the end, when her body was shown to the public. Riddled with bullets. I doubt that is what she was hoping for. Clyde Barrow had kept them out of trouble for years Thanks to his keen sixth sense, of where to go, and when to go. His body was right...

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Talking without ablation, Smiles hitting like sedation, Hearts filled with adoration, Floating down a river of admiration, Blushing red like mars, No love as strong as ours, Comfort like a blanket of stars, Soothing relief from painful scars, Fire between two souls combine; Being the Bonnie to His Clyde...

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The crime doesn't pay off mostly... But love ...

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Road stop By cop Perceived Car weaved Two Beers Cop jeers Slurs talk Can't walk Clyde weaved And heaved Ker splat Fell flat Clyde drunk As skunk Tests muffed Handcuffed To jail No bail Transport To court Demand Remand Severe One year Oh dear No beer...

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Meet the happy couple That's Hilda all in white Barney's there beside her Loves her with all his might They're an interracial couple No problem nowadays Frowned on not too long ago But today it's a-okay Met at the local horse saloon Frequented by the equine crowd She was a pretty show horse He was boisterous and loud Pretty soon, she tamed him Settled him down just...

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Clyde O'Toole suffered a heap of bad luck He was beaned with a wayward hockey puck He was heard to swear As it creased his hair Unfortunately Clyde forgot...

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I'll be your Bonnie and you be my Clyde Trust and loyalty we always provide Taking on the world always by your side No secrets between us we’ve nothing to hide Down for you and you for me our love is unique One that stands throughout time as it’s epic Us against the world is how it should be Taken out...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch Clyde Lied! by Michael R. Burch There once was a mockingbird, Clyde, who bragged of his prowess, but lied. To his new wife he sighed, “When again, gentle bride?” “Nevermore!” bright-eyed Raven replied. The Hippopotami by Michael R. Burch There’s no seeing eye to eye with the awesomely huge Hippopotami: on the bank, you’re much taller; going under, you’re...

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Knock, knock, knock! A lover at the door The other adjust his clothes The handle turns their hearts Knock, knock, knock! An officer at the door An eye on the peephole The handle breaks apart Knock, knock, knock! A lawyer at the door A lover in a gaol The other with a get out of jail free card Knock, knock, knock! A mother at the door The mother eyed...

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The elves all they’ve learned they do tell. Don’t slip on the roof it is hell. Clyde filled in for “him.” All clumsy and slim. He woke up the church and its bell. 11/17/2019...

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