Royce Poems - Poems about Royce

The first time I thought of him His name was playing shortstop; Too few siesta’s spent, he’s found eighteen. Stingy Time did swiftly pass us forth, Spinning nurture, spanning missteps, Till foundation definition was writ soul-side. Sparkling child, Number One, All expectations overthrown Set the mold against the measure No one can meet, nor treasure find, To manifest such precious boy, Announcer of...

Continue reading...

Royce the night owl dresser had too many drawers. When he was sleeping, they went along with his snores. In and out, in and out, shut, open, shut, open, slam shut When it was the third drawer down, it hurt his gut. Why am I a dresser? Why not a refrigerator? He said. A basket, a purse, a necklace or...

Continue reading...

Peeking out from behind the bed was a wide banded raccoon king. I thought he was a regular raccoon, for I did not know of such a thing. He bared his broken yellow teeth and gave me a bit of a fright. You see I was in my pajamas, ready to turn in for the night. How am I...

Continue reading...

A Rolls Royce will be a nice car for me. If I want to buy one, it will cost me plenty! ...

Continue reading...

My wife is driving me crazy, she wants a brand new Rolls-Royce. She thinks that I'll buy it, she thinks that I don't have a choice. She's been demanding that I buy her a Rolls-Royce no matter what. I'm getting very PO'ed and I'm going to break my foot off in her butt. That witch expects me to buy...

Continue reading...

(This is a fictional poem) A man fell in love with his brand new Rolls-Royce. But he soon made a very bad choice. He thought kissing a car would be the same as kissing a woman but he soon learned it was not. He french kissed the tailpipe right after driving his Rolls and a third degree burn was...

Continue reading...