Broad in the beam
not much of a looker
this crusty rust-bucket
of nuts screws and bolts
is a crabby old hooker
as luck would have it
dolled up trolling for supper
at any port in a storm
she still gives good service
tho' down on her uppers
now showing her years
deep in the scuppers
yet still on the game
fishing by night for a living
not to sully or bruise her good name
tho' one might unduly call her
a 'Cruiser'
this goodly vessel is truly a trawler
Categories:
crusty, boat, fishing, fun, humor,
Form: Rhyme
(Pema, spring of 2024)
Old and Crusty
Pema the deaf dog
Has gotten to the point
Where long walks are out of the question
But long naps are without question.
He’s looking pretty scruffy these days
Tongue always hanging out a bit
Since he has so few teeth left,
Eyes cloudy and weepy
And joints all stove up,
But I still love him with all my heart.
And so does everyone else who knows him,
But more and more it’s not so much
For the pug he is
As much as the one he once was
And this recognition breaks my heart
A little each time I realize it.
Breaks my heart for him and his numbered days
And for me, his faithful master
Who really isn’t much different.
(6/12/25)
Categories:
crusty, dog, old, soulmate,
Form: Narrative
rantankerous attitude
vinegarish and waspy
crabby and crusty
Categories:
crusty, age,
Form: Senryu
The crispy crusty bread
Was as lonely as it gets
As handsome as he was
He had no bride to wed
The crispy crusty bread
He tries all that he can
But to woo a bride he can't
Except the rickety stickety jam
The crispy crusty bread
At last, at noon he said
By this time tomorrow
Bride or death, I'll have instead
The crispy crusty bread
At last,wooed a lass called butter
They had a wedding on the stars
And lived happily ever after
Categories:
crusty, celebration, destiny, funny love,
Form: Rhyme
A crusty goblin cracked a crevassed grin
While chasing odd witches in a tailspin
He heisted her fat black cat
Whereupon her broom she sat
To kill all the rats in his crusty den
Categories:
crusty, fantasy, giggle, halloween,
Form: Limerick
There once was a crusty old hag
whose poetry made people gag.
She once wrote a sonnet,
the folks threw up on it
and tossed it away in a bag.
She went to a psychic who said,
while turning up cards black and red,
“I can see why they gripe,
just stop writing this tripe.
Have you thought of knitting instead?”
Categories:
crusty, humor, poetry,
Form: Limerick
I think it is the most insensitive thing I have seen here for a contest..or anywhere in my
life..
poems making fun of the pain they have felt of being cheated on..
I think you people are insensitive and cruel..
and think nothing of what those people endured..
I think it is tacky and tasteless..
heartless
Categories:
crusty, faithpeople, people,
Form: Free verse