Sports Monorhyme Poems | Examples
These Sports Monorhyme poems are examples of Monorhyme poems about Sports. These are the best examples of Monorhyme Sports poems written by international poets.
wheelchair bogey does a cha cha cha
old ladies laughing, none wearing a bra
old men watching sports, saying rah rah rah
let’s enter these geezers in the Mardi Gras
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Tricking; treating; meeting, eating, sometimes, cheating!
Amidst, mount-like cards, we, like owls, keep on guessing!
Neither hunger nor thirst for souls; play soul polling!
Like jokers and mockers, we do costume knolling!
Ghosts and souls carved pumpkins with lamps keep us howling!
Warm bonfires give us a whole soul social feeling!
Apple bobbing makes the old feel young, strength glowing!
Divinations, fairy, and scary: Mind-blowing!
Pranks prove us hooks and crooks and jacks great trick trolling!
We don't leave experimenting with haunt growling,
Or horror scenes watching; scary storytelling…
Till we, at dawn, like sun rays, see all saints smiling!
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My favorite game has a shuttlecock.
You can hear my shrieks around the block.
People come running looking for detective chalk.
Thinking I was killed by a moron’s Glok.
You see I am not much of a sports jock.
During hopscotch I can barely find my rock.
I noticed today that I ruined my summer frock
Badminton has torn a hole in my new lace sock.
People are standing along the gray sidewalk.
This racquet game they had better not knock.
I watch my cohort give them a quick pickpock.
These Items I will later help her hock.
We’ll take them to swap down by the pirate’s dock.
I enjoy seeing the sneaky way she doth stalk.
Wallets disappearing, oh, what a shock!
They will be stirred up for days, talking the talk.
Knees bent, slightly
Right elbow in at side, tightly
Squeeze buttocks, mightily
Shoulders squared, rightly
Chin tucked into neck, militarily --
Breathe in and out, warily
Left arm ramrod straight, scarily
Right arm looser, barely
Head still, completely
Feet shoulder width apart, neatly
Now address the ball, discretely
OK! Keep all those instructions firmly
in mind, and just try and HIT THE LIVING
DAYLIGHTS OUT OF THAT TINY WHITE
BALL -- without twisting yourself into
a human pretzel ~ so sweetly
Shoot Skeet
No Eat
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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