Lizzie Poems - Poems about Lizzie

When Lizzie was the lizzard queen? There were trumpets And a jubilee..' A word from the Bible (by the way) you see?the Tree was gilded in a 'night for day' the scenario was quite schematic..' As in royalty were indulging; in satanic antics.' andrew was hidden in her wings 'as sanitized artists had Their sings' That tree of...

Continue reading...

One day young Lizzie yelled out loud, 'I want some pets. I want them now. I want lots. I don’t care how! 'I want a cat. I want a dog. I want a fish. I want a frog. 'I want: One that’s big, And one that’s small, One that’s fat, One really tall, One that’s hairy, One that’s scary, One that’s cute...

Continue reading...

Lizzie would never get tired of the color Pepto pink. Her clothes, her cat, her artistic ink With all this pink, how can you think? This was from a plumber underneath her sink. I love this color, she said, wondering why. She felt a need to explain to this random guy. The guy grunted, as liquid Drano ran by. The color pink...

Continue reading...

"Lizzie Borden took an ax And gave her mother forty whacks. When she saw what she had done She gave her father forty-one." Whoever wrote this jump-rope song About Lizzie Borden got it wrong. Though she did give her stepmom ax whacks aplenty, By the coroner's count there were no more than twenty. Then before anyone could scold her or scoff, Lizzie took her...

Continue reading...

Lizzie Antoinette I knew a princess who ruled her kingdom From the tip of her nose she looked down. Her father was relegated to celibacy Because she considered them competition....

Continue reading...

Lockdown Lizzie ~They are going to lock that woman up~ She's starting to give each wall in her house a name. After all, she talks to them, so it's really not a shame! Lockdown Lizzie has had enough of solitary latitude. Hearing automated, answering machines, magnifies...

Continue reading...

She lays there dying in here mother's arms. Only an hour old. So innocent. So pure. Doesn't know how cruel the world can be. She will be speared this feat. Her mother will forever grieve. Never forgetting that fateful day. Wishing it had happened differently. Then again glad it happened the way it did. There she lays in her mother's arms dying. Taking...

Continue reading...

Lizzie Each and every day, Lizzie opens up a can, Of tasty Salmon cat food for her beloved tabby Dan, She's lived alone since Harry died, a victim of world war two, Neighbours live at either side, but she's no idea who, She remembers in the olden days, when people cared for one another, Her many years, devoted carer for her...

Continue reading...

FOR LIZZIE I do not live by drawing breath By drink or beat of heart I live by love my purpose to My child all joy impart. My drug, her unexpected smile What e'er the reason be I could for days float on a high And on her laugh OD. As she has grown to womanhood I'm filled with admiration The love she shows to all...

Continue reading...

There once was a young fellow named Lizzie The tough guys mockingly called him a sissy So he carried a bat And that ended that No more teasing, he dated a sweet campus missy © Jack Ellison 2015...

Continue reading...

LIZZIE was an incompetent witch, Who was helping friend HAL from a ditch. Her magic she tried, Poor HAL was french-fried, Left wearing not one single stitch. 5/21/15 For Catie Lindsey's L & H Limerick contest...

Continue reading...

(Limerick) When Lizzie (Borden) saw what she's done Thought to herself that was so much fun So she whack them again And again and again Then laughed aloud at what she's done! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 09.16.2014...

Continue reading...

LIZZIE BORDEN Poor miss Lizzie, a murderess acquitted, By a judgment’s ruling of her peers, Yet command by histories theatrics. Astound damsel, to the wealth’s elite, A matron’s old maid, imprisoned by An unjust fate. By the falling axes sharpened blade, Two lives ended, ensuing the public’s Scandal and out rage. Does not the rhyme in time not state, The accusations inquest to her...

Continue reading...

Who was Lizzie Van Zyl? A small girl stands on Woodcock Bridge Pointing at her reflection in the water. The glint from the sun, and a cold wind, Distorts a distant memory of gold, and places long forgotten. For the bridge and the girl are forever linked The bricks paid for with the blood of babes The mortar mixed with innocence...

Continue reading...

Lizzie King had a heart of gold / A hooker by trade or so we're told / She’d show up when the guys got paid / With a surrey of girls - the guys got laid / She even had brass tokens made / "Good for 50 cents in trade" / And when the police...

Continue reading...