Lulu Poems - Poems about Lulu

Lulu wanted this, that, those, these and the other. Thought she deserved them, she dated a rich mother. He liked tattoos, pretty soon her legs were tatted up. So many tats, it rivaled the hair on her cat and pup. Red tats, blue tats, yellow tats, purple tats, black tats too. We asked her not to tell Grandma as she...

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Oh, Lulu, small but full of might A ball of joy, my heart's delight With tiny paws and ears so grand You rule my home with soft command Your playful barks, your dancing feet, The way you curl up warm and sweet. Big brown eyes that shine so bright A spark of love, pure golden light. Through every day, through every storm, Your little...

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Mulish pic-headed Lex was headstrong Could never admit a mistake or being any way wrong Opinionated, stubborn, and inflexible too We set him up with our mean unbending Auntie Lulu. She cast a spell, and turned nasty Lex immediately around. A more compliant, agreeable man, cannot now be found....

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Grandma Lulu loved to knit. She was the knitting queen. She has been doing this for ninety years. Click. Click. Click. Click.Click. She lived in a house full of yarns. Baby yarns, skinny yarns, fluffy yarns, shiny yarns. Yarns of many colors, light yarns, dark yarns, balls and skeins. Knit purl purl knit; knit purl, purl, knit. For Christmas we relatives got slippers. Blue,...

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Lulu was an unlucky woman Lost three sons one in a department store in 92 one in an ocean, deeply blue Where’s the third one? I asked mutual friend, Old Sue On the sidewalk, playing skip to my Lou Both of the other boys found their way home too One was fifty, the other was fifty-two I barely recognized them said Lulu This was...

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painting brings Lulu such joy, she has more fun than others. her fingers and wrists are full of paints of many colors reds, oranges, greens, blues, yellows, tans the color of sands, where is my silver? She wonders, studying her hands. and gold, she says, where is my gold paint? She finds it finally. Bringing her so much enjoyment, how...

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I have a best friend named Madam Lulu She's my good old faithful Cockapoo Like sister and brother We're there for each other She makes the drabbest days sparkle like new 2/27/23...

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Lifeguard Lulu was a terrific find. If she liked you and was truly kind. If you teased her, she would let you float away. Without guilt, each and every day. She was good at saving children who were polite. She would dive right in, if they were in sight. But the ones who were bullies would wash downstream. I hope they never...

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I am allergic to greens, so none of that will do. It is my persnickety picky-eating cousin, Lulu. But surely you are not allergic to lettuce, I say. Oh, yes, and green beans and peas. The radish can stay. What about Brussel sprouts? I am allergic to them too. She says this with a lip that pouts. My strange cousin Lulu. What about...

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Aunt Lulu is brilliant, a genius. Are you daft? She is insane. Her ideas are innovative and selfless. Her notions are nuttier than a walnut tree. She is an enigma, elusive and enthusiastic. Did you get the name right? She is certifiable, headed for a psych ward. I have her name and her number thank you. She is the most intelligent woman I...

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There once was a fat lady called Lulu, who liked to swim in the deep ocean blue; in a bathing suit mini, meant for a lady skinny; one wave and her bikini went askew ! ________________________ February 24, 2022 Poetry/Limerick/A Lady Called Lulu Copyright Protected, ID 01-1433-346-24 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, New Bawdy or Humorous...

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There was a ballerina named Lulu Who wanted to go see Honolulu She got such a deep tan When before she was wan Her friends renamed her Zanzibar Zulu...

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Lulu was Miss Moo-Moo's first baby calf She wibbelly-wobbled through the straw But when it came time for her oatmeal She danced and pranced around the stall. Miss Moo-Moo called her first baby Lulu Because, she said, it rhymed with Moo-Moo And when dancing little Lulu took a spill Miss Moo-Moo said, “Lulu, you’d better...

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i once had a doll whose name was lulu we laughed and played till I was blue her heart as big as a cashew never did she wander from my side loved her to pieces and cut off her hair and then gave ...

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The wrath of love strikes faster than it shines Here comes lulu the coy queen of the desert shrines A beautiful soul with more purity than the holy divine, Come to me my love for I feel you way deeper than my spine, Lulu the coy princess of the desert shrines, With grace and pride come hold your love...

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