Short Archie Poems
Short Archie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Archie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Archie by length and keyword.
A Scotsman going by Archie McFlip
did a stumble, a fall, and a trip
he started to sing
and to do the fling
even though he had broken his hip
Mr. Archie Bunker
For the good ole days did hunker
Confronted with 'ethnics' or punkers
He turned green at the gills...went bonkers
Jean played Archie Bunker's wife
She was there to share his life
When they had a spat
He called her dingbat
Which would begin the strife
Archie, trembling, went to bed
envisioning Veronica’s lips of red
Imagine his surprise when instead
~ Jughead there stopped him dead
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Archie fell, shot, in the bullet strewn street
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And when tea was ready he leapt to his feet
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12 November 2020
For Kim’s Acrostic Play contest
Archie the Ape
Was much maligned
This nice young fellow
Had a pink behind
The glare was amazing
So brightly it shined
Caused gawkers to stare
And totally go blind
"Archie" was his wife's favorite phrase
He was set on not changing his ways
He was hard to agree with
Especially with Edith
When she sang out loud "Those were the days"
Archie fell, shot, in the bullet strewn street
And when tea was ready he leapt to his feet
Adapted 6 October 2021
For Your Best Couplet Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
It was Betty and Veronica
who asked Archie to play the harmonica
turned out the sound was so bad
that they rushed to replace him with grandad
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Archie Bunker, blunderer;
Lived life wishing for thunder.
The praise never came;
Had himself to blame;
Archie was no, free-thinker.
Written 2-14-19
A snowflake fell
A momma wails
In birthing pains
Number eleven son
Cried today he's eighty four
He loved his own five sons
Two are buried
Howard rests
For Archie C. Culverhouse
Off to the prom went Archie
Wore his fancy collar extra starchy
Stretched his neck an extra inch or two
Danced with Betty and Veronica till his feet were blue
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Archie the Ape
Was much maligned
This nice young fellow
Had a pink behind
The glare was amazing
So brightly it shined
Caused gawkers to stare
And go totally blind
© Jack Ellison 2014
Archie Bunker
A good ol' boy,
Opinionated and moody,
He tended to be broody.
Edith Bunker
Was Archie's wife.
With a cheerful outlook she fought his strife.
The one bright spot in Archie's life.
ALL IN THE FAMILY
honking and grunting from
the gutbucket of hell,
angry as a burning parrot,
crazy as ju-ju,mad as the third eye,
divine and terrible,beyond all sense
a tenor sax that spikes your heart...
you got it man, you got it....
With apologies to Gene Roddenberry
The Klingons were cunning and clever
But no match for old Archie Bunker
Get out of my chair, Meathead
I’ve called in the Dingbat instead
She’ll go after them ‘gons like a Doberman Pincher
Silhouette
Black, shapes
Point, hold steady, focus
Intense calm, prideful satisfaction
Target
For Mr. Archie/the silhouette maker
this is a cinquain modern version
I challenge others to try this type poem starting with Sara Kendrick
Her life didn't unravel well
Fact: it has been a slow hell
Sadness and disappointments
She sits and lives through much worry
Till time claims her frail shell being
Three fifths of a family
Husband high always doped
Eighty five years of fake!
Archie Bunker made Edith a saint
His attitude made most people faint
His words often cruel
He acted like a fool
But She still loved him with no complaints
2/2/19
Limerick 4 Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
9,9,6,6,9 (Howmanysyllables.com)
I don’t mean to bust Archie’s hump.
He meant well, the simple old chump,
But damn, how buffoonish
His views, so cartoonish,
In short, he’d have staunchly liked Trump!
(Written February 2, 2019, for Joseph May's Limerick 4 contest.)
Bunkers Bonkers
(we are our own archie enemy)
The nastiest fiction
has come to fruition
The cautionary tales
have tipped all the scales
The global minority
has declared their authority
The white man is God
and humanity is fraud
For Arthur
You enjoy the bright colors
and brillancy of
fantastic comic books
Kirby, Jusko, Steranko
and the master Stan Lee
After entering the "Age of Super Heros"
You are enlightened
but remember
Archie is still published
(thank G-D for that)
Archie Bunker the bigot so grumpy
In old armchair sat crusty and lumpy
Dirty dreary life
Mistreating his wife
Women's lib went quick feisty from frumpy
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on February 4, 2019 for contest LIMERICK 4 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
Nobody sat in Archie Bunker's chair
From which he bloviated with a flair!
He drove Meat Head up the wall,
With unmitigated gall!
Hapless Edith umpired to clear the air!
Entry for Joseph May's "Limerick 4" Contest
(1 February 2019)
My name is Archie Templeton-Mead
I'm vice president of corporate greed,
gold, bonds and diamonds, are (in the main)
what I need, so please write a letter, you
couldn't do better than plant your small seed,
(avaricious indeed!)
with financial factotum Archie Templeton-Mead