Problem Statement, cook county, sheriff in style !
My father’s daughter was engaged to my father’s sister’s son.
My father’s mother opted out to have a side to join the festive eve.
She (narrator) stopped as she (interpreter) intervened.
O yeah! Your tortilla and your taco and your feeling!!!!!
Self reliance and legacy of family tradition.
Whom to say? To usher a may?
My father’s niece was engaged to my father’s nephew.
My father’s mother opted out (to die before) to join the festive eve.
Categories:
sheriff, art,
Form: Free verse
If I was a sheriff
I would wear a gleaming gold star
A holster with silver twin six-shooters
You would be afraid of my sequined Stetson
As I march up and down the street
In my fancy embroidered braided cowboy boots
I would befriend Indians
If I was a sheriff
Categories:
sheriff, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Free verse
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
riding through the glen!
Robin Hood , Robin Hood and his merry men
give to the rich
what they' taken from the poor.
The world in which I'm living
ain't the one I knew before.
Categories:
sheriff, england, history, political, social,
Form: Political Verse
There is a new sheriff in town and he’s a Maine Coon of course.
We had tried a duck, a fish, a llama, a cobra, a spider and a horse.
We watched the Maine Coon strut up and down showing off his star.
He was spitting tobacco, and it landed way off, very far.
The Maine Coons make the best sheriffs in this high noon town.
They never put up with any shenanigans up, low or down.
We saw that this one looked as slick and as wise as the other one.
The sheriff who ended up dead from a mean outlaw’s gun.
Categories:
sheriff, 1st grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Up in Sh*t Creek up his own fat butthole
the law is an ass and he’s out of control.
He calls himself sheriff
but I just call him Griff
and he’s a real fuktard and a fugly troll!
Like all coward trolls he’s just a mother
but thinks he’s Wyatt Earp, O’ brother!
Tom and all the townsfolk
up his fat ass blow smoke…
gun in one hand and dick in the other!
Written: September 2022
*Dedicated to my most obsessed troll.
He’s Peter Griffin with a badge!
****
Categories:
sheriff, fun, humorous,
Form: Limerick
When sheriff Taylor saw the docket
He found Otis high as a rocket
Incompetence was rife
With his deputy Fife
Who kept a bullet in his pocket
3'17-2022
Categories:
sheriff, fun,
Form: Limerick
Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn.
His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn.
A tornado, in a fit,
Came for a whirlwind visit.
“Paint, meet Curley. His back I will adorn.”
Bill grabbed his rope and threw a loop with hope
And saddled the whirlwind so Paint could lope,
Leisurely grazing along
While Bill sang a peaceful song
Though the twister used top spin, Bill could cope.
Whirly raced north swift as antelope might.
Picking up barns, tossing them left and right,
Heaving a freight train five miles.
Bill hung on with joyful smiles,
“Almost beats chasing roadrunners at night.”
Bill rode that twister into a broke nag,
That lay city curbside limp as a rag,
A sadder, but wiser storm.
Where his horse Paint, true to form,
Whinnied by the nag, wanting to play tag.
A jolly sheriff saw Bill ride in view,
He chose at least three tickets to issue:
Parking in a tow away;
No emissions valve that day;
Driving a twister with no license too.
Tale Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Date Written: 3/14/2022
Used Poetry Soup Syllable Counter
Categories:
sheriff, adventure, animal, city, horse,
Form: Limerick
Sheriff Andy Taylor
Was also the jailer
Fighting for the law
Never had to draw
Deputy Barney Fife
Giving crime strife
One bullet to load
Knew his penal code
Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
September 29, 2021
The Andy Griffith Show
Categories:
sheriff, fun, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
Putin has a delightful smirk
When lying through his teeth.
Now, he no longer faces a jerk
Who fears that he’s beneath.
written July 10, 2021
Categories:
sheriff, humorous, leadership, political, strength,
Form: Chastushka
Kitty McGraw was on the run with her pa.
They had robbed all the cat nip out of St. McClaw.
Sheriff Tee declared it was a draw
After he drew a gun on the two name of McGraw.
He had an audience now, lots of felines to impress.
She was wearing a holster and pistol over her dress!
The ladies in the audience fell into a swoon.
Sheriff Tee winked at her pa, sitting on steps to saloon.
They are evil, these two monsters, sheriff added to boast.
Pretending they were the worst while Kitty ate her toast.
In actuality, he knew them pretty well secretly.
For they were cousins of his, living most discreetly.
Kitty came out blazing; sheriff looked silly.
A bragging hillbilly.
Categories:
sheriff, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
These words are ghostly voices
Heard from the ruined of hunted houses
Unheard by those innocent ears,
tormented by accomplices who sit in fear
These words are writers’ thoughts
Fertilized when their ink meet their papers
Bringing forth testimonies of those unheard
These words are stars at night
Unseen when the moon illumines the night
Radiates yet during night’s darkest moments
When the moon has lost its light and might
These words are sounds of a trumpet call
Sounded each day by poetry’s angel
Summoning the aggressors,offenders, to change
These words are rumors in our societies
Beautifully coated, unfortunately ignored
They are the silent screams of society’s atrocities today.
Categories:
sheriff, abuse, anti bullying, corruption,
Form: Free verse
If I had a sheriff’s badge
I would use it liberally.
Speaking to everyone,
Deputizing half the town.
Nightsticks and guns would be
Thrown into garbage cans and
Tar pits, with dinosaur bones.
We would not need them around.
My posse and I would use cell phones
And our keen powers of observation
To watch out for the children,
And the women who were easy to carry.
We would surround the neighborhood
With “watch” signs, and keep ourselves ready
To alert the rest of the people, to keep
Everyone safe. If I had a sheriff’s badge.
Categories:
sheriff, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Blank verse
Do you ever see me?
I see you every night.
I see your lifeless body under the street lights.
I hear you mom screaming let him be alright.
I see the gunshot wound going through you like butter with a knife.
You blood keeps pumping with no end in sight.
You stair at me with a look of dead eyes.
You ask me for help, but why?
I didn’t make the choice to take my own life!
Then the look I’ve never seen comes across your eyes.
It’s like I can see the soul of a man I’ve never met until tonight.
I see the pain and heartache you’ve had to survive.
Tonight is the night I’ve seen a a dead man eyes.
By Chris Day
05-30-2018
Categories:
sheriff, anxiety, death, fear, mother,
Form: Bio
I am the Sheriff of Rotgut, come to the town saloon
We need new recruits, let’s test your belly and guts
Taste the spirits; in the shootout you’ll need a boon
I am the sheriff of Rotgut, come to the town saloon
Bring your mere and ride it well to the dusty dune
Shake your hips well, celebrate if shoot off the butts
I am the sheriff of Rotgut, come to the town saloon
We need new recruits, let’s test your belly and guts
Date: 9.8.2014
Categories:
sheriff,
Form: Triolet