Short Arm And A Leg Poems
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Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious.
_____back
Just buy Panama: the next 51st state
Lost in some distant ghostly debate
For $1.00
Greenland may cost US a little more
Hopefully not an arm and a leg or more
Yet, it's still a worthy cause. #52?
A reckless young pirate named Greg
Drank whisky straight out of a keg.
He cried 'Look at me!'
In shark-ridden sea;
That drink cost an arm and a leg!
14.04.19
Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest: sponsored by Tania Kitchin
A momentary lapse of reason
While navigating the road ahead
And with antelope now in season
I'm going home with its mounted head
It's too bad how much damage was done
Repairs will cost an arm and a leg
But the deer wasn't the only one
Now I'm left with a hook and a peg
When I'd give an arm and a leg! --
What's more, every Christmas I beg:
I want a dog! Please please pleeeaase!
But mom complains of poop and fleas.
I'd claim responsibility to give a wash
But my dream of a dog goes-- squash
I plead, I persuade, and I pray --
Promise to walk my dog every day!
No matter how much I blatantly bribed
Mom's allergies leave me dog-prived. :(
It cost me an arm and a leg, but I think it was well worth the cost,
I am not into jewelry in any meaningful way,
So, it was no great hardship to forego the pleasure,
Of owning the latest piece of bling,
That people seem to want to hang around their necks,
I never bought a selfie stick,
It therefore shouldn't have been a surprise to you,
That I would pay for the return postage on,
The Mill Stone,
You so kindly sent me on 30 days free trial.
I HAVE A DATE
I have a date,
with the Shylock.
I am raring to trade,
all my valuables.
That cost me,
an arm and a leg.
For peanuts,
with which to bribe.
The landlord,
not to vacate me.
From his minuscule,
colossal castle.
A cloth in one hand,
and soap water in the other.
These gems of mine,
have got to shine.
For Shylock is,
too particular.
Even,
rather peculiar.
All has to be right,
lest in the cold I sleep tonight!
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©