Short All Thumbs Poems
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Between Velcro
And touch screen
We are losing touching
Feeling and doing
Thumbs made us
All thumbs we will be
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Boom boxes can help you to share
Whatever comes over the air
But Milton hates drums
So don't be all thumbs
Or you'll learn why life is not fair!
So effortlessly do musicians play
Concerts at night, rehearsals by day
Woodwinds, strings, brass or drums
Why, when I try, do I come up all thumbs
Porgie George, Little Jack Horner
Kissed a girl off in a corner
They were all thumbs and made her cry
Offed in prison, absent mourners.
Peter Piper, Peter Peter
Killed a girl and tried to eat her.
The cops dispatched each with a shell;
They help Charon, Limbo’s greeters.
There once was a sailor from Saskatoon
Who recklessly wielded his new harpoon
He impaled himself
Accusing an elf
Crew replaced him by a smarter baboon
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 11, 2019 for contest A LIMERICK, OLD OR NEW: YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE sponsored by ANDREA DIETRICH - RANKED 6TH
Mr Hyde
As usual mr Hyde
escaped from inside
and insulted you
of course he says i've lied
but men are men
and sometimes then
inappropiate too true
sorry
Don
For the ladies i've managed to insult :(
ps you know us men all thumbs
and then without our trousers
with foot in mouth we make amends
if lady sweet allows us
I went up river in a canoe.
I had no paddles. I was all thumbs.
I scuttled her in the foothills;
the valley air chokes me.
I tried to drown but was too
resilient. I foraged for food.
I made water from jumble ice
in my seasoned stygian skillet.
I tried to sleep through it all
but became resistive to the valerian
root. I’m no Rip Van Winkle.
I’ve lived this way for 1,080 days. . .
I live this way still. . .
It's a short fat sub that I'll grab to bite
Where the juice runs down my gums
As the flavour pools upon my tongue
and my grip becomes all thumbs
And I start to chew while breaking peppers
As the juice explodes and cools
While the taste seems strong and lasts forever
that my corner lips still drools
With a bun made warm to comfort me
Squeezed firmly in my gums
Then ripped and torn for pleasure
While the table fills with crumbs