Jack Poems - Poems about Jack

"The dealer cheated!" You cry to deaf ears Or at least, ears that need some aid "The game makers should've by now retreated, You will keep in mind my tears When you pay for what I paid." Honey, the world doesn't work remotely like that It won't turn in your favor when you play Blackjack The masses are cruel, they'll ridicule you like...

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was the whiskey and the jazz playing On too many black nights with too Many lonely women and not a poem Between them How many times can you run From the shadow of the voices that Surround you Beating like drums in the darkness Tasting more of your flesh each time Not leaving enough for a man to breathe No way for a man to...

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I asked Jack, "How can you stand to live in that box? Whiskey on the rocks?” He said, "Nah, it's much more mundane. I simply turn off my brain; then, turn it back on again, when someone else wants me to entertain....

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Not that Jack and Jill Jack took Jill up the hill On the pretext of fetching water But the need for some weed Was a far more pressing order. The hill was all green with flowers asunder When they lit the pipe so they could go under Jack inhaled deeply and spied Jilly with a posy She took the pipe and...

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Footfur Jack your step is nigh when by my door goes paw tonight I hear you tread my bed you pass don’t take my blood please Footfur Jack ...

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The rain that had been falling all morning had dissipated but dark clouds still covered the sky. For some unknown reason she glanced at the clock and noted the time Simultaneously the clouds parted and the sun streamed in through the large bay window Filling the room with light and warmth It only lasted a few minutes then...

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I'm not sure 'bout your plan of attack Take one step forward and two steps back You say we can't be beat It sounds more like retreat So don't expect me in your war Jack...

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I got the bad news today, we were loosing a friend. One of our best Limerick writers Jack Ellison. Ailments are no surprise when growing older in age. A new Chapter in Jacks life as he leaves, and turns the page. His Writings came from his heart, that were written by him. Witty and silly Jack always left...

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Oval day broke and hunger looking for $5 meal Walk into the discount store. Food fossils line the shelves, with beverages stacked in dusty years and bread petrified with mold, hard for two weeks. Jesus sings to shoppers from the boombox. Nero mocks Biden for losing to Caesar. They ban weed and *********** but hand...

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A young man would strut round the office block Thinking he was god's gift, come from fine stock But his hip wiggle Made the girls giggle If only he'd known how the staff would mock. Plainly seeking some office romances But the fool of a man spoilt his chances At an office do He was stuck like glue To the boss's wife, making...

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Stop talking smack behind my back I can hear you whispering Jack Why don't you say it to my face So I can put you in your place This is one Hombre you shouldn't attack...

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Nibbling carrots strung from sticks Jacks Hee Haw is heard for miles He often shows off all his tricks When he does there's lots of smiles. These are the Jack ass files. Give him your hand, he'll take a lick Just before he leaves a pile But Jack's so cute, lovable and slick He is living the barn yard style These are the Jack...

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He brought laughter and he was important to many. He died 50 years ago and his name was Jack Benny. Mel Blanc appeared quite often on Jack's show. At the age of eighty, it was Benny's time to go. If Jack had died one day earlier, he would've died on Christmas Day. He was a very talented individual who died...

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...or Jack be walking funny for a while... Jack was nimble, And Jack was quick, But he miscalculated That candlestick. It was skinny and tall, He was thick and quite small. When he lit, It was with an undignified bump, With a blister The size of his fist on his rump. Then a notion occurred To this game little actor, Before he tries it again, Jack will use a...

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The water in my pail soured overnight So I pluck every hair off the skin of my body And watch the spores of mold grow around the rim My crown is broken And my chair is for liars...

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