Short Auntie Poems
Short Auntie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Auntie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Auntie by length and keyword.
Slick little Billy Willy
Smirked at Silly Hilly
Thinking they’d have fun
When the school days done
Playing house at Auntie Milly’s
My dear old uncle Bill
Thought he'd try a Viagra pill
The only affect
Is he got a stiff neck
Which seemed to amuse auntie Jill.
Beneath this stone lies Uncle Fred
Whose snoring woke up all the dead
Some ghosts arose
To pinch his nose
According to what Auntie said
Coconut shy at Reece Fair...
Auntie Margaret is sure she'll win this time.
A shy goldfish travels home
in ornate container.
4/14/2015
Auntie Arista Adderlisting
Ate apples appreciatively
Attired in an aba apron
Always asking apprecisively
Are apricots aphrodisiacs
As Auntie abhorred amphimixis
I so love my investigative angle
Peoples lives I so love to untangle
I thank my Auntie for this
Taggart in Scotland was bliss
Watching the Detectives, was my handle
My elderly auntie named Dot
her memory’s going to pot
For she served me raw food
and was totally nude
A dinner I’ve never forgot
7/27/18
My beer-swilling auntie called Mabel
Could drink most blokes under the table
She sups pint after pint
Almost every night
No wonder her legs are unstable!
06~07~17
My auntie acted on the stage
Her performance was in a cage
She dressed as a stripper
Then let men folk whip her
Her antics sure caused an outrage!
FICTION POEM
9/29/18
I answer to all names.
Lee, Charming, Hey You, Auntie Squeak Cake
I am not particular now
having finally gotten over the identical twin thing
where I did not have a name for the first eighteen years of my life
Owl in a box pops in and out and nods his head
Zebra steed rolls his eyes in disapproval, his cheeks all red.
Why did you wake owl up? Who threw him out of bed?
He usually sleeps all day, his nocturnal auntie said.
Then, there was Jacob from Ypsilanti
Who lived in an old ramshackle shanty
He saved all his money
For his chosen honey
Wound up marrying my old-maid auntie.
written August 9, 2021
Her name was Strawberry Jam and her talent was easy.
She sneaked into kitchens at night to taste and to fix.
Tonight she is in the home of her Great Auntie Breezie.
She tastes her jam and declares it’s a delicious mix!
There once was a grandma who did not have
text acronym grasp, or anything thereof.
“Auntie just died”, was she proud,
she texted all, “l o l!”
She thought that it meant ”lots of love”.
25 JUly 2015
My auntie declared she went dogging
I wondered if I should start blogging
But I’ll tell you the truth
She’s walking her puppy Ruth
Not eyeing lovers when she’s jogging!
In memory of Joan
02/02/22
uncle sammy loaned
himself some money
to give to auntie nati's
newest honey
so uncle jerry
would do the very same
with mister rus to blame
for blowing pipes
but no one gripes
for honey a proxy
makes us all seem foxy
can you guess which pumpkin is mine? Barbie says to us.
No idea, lies Auntie Mame, Uncle Henry and my dog Gus.
I roll my hazel eyes at their pretensions, for next to the sink
lies a gorgeous long-lashed-eyed pumpkin completely in pink
Antiques in the attic,
amazing oil paintings
are coated with thick dust.
Albums of photographs,
await my teary eyes.
Auntie has passed away
and I must clear her house.
Inspired by Pleiades A contest
10th August 2016
“Look at that!” Auntie Lou said “They are helping him out of the tree.”
The whole family rushed to look. It was a tree they all knew not to climb.
The cousins began disappearing one by one into the crook of it.
“Or maybe not,” Grandpa said, laughing.
the jazz-playing giraffe is on the sax and bob is on the fiddle
Let’s do some dancing down the hill and meet in the middle
I loved what I was hearing from my auntie Doris, Diddle Biddle.
Ended up staying out all late with a friend who tells a great riddle.
Monique
Auntie, Loud, Daughter, Cool
Sister of Neketa
Lover of family, Sean, and writing
Who feels happy, loved, and stress
Who fears spiders, snakes, and failure
Who would like to see the Bahamas, London, and Jamaica
Resident of Orangeburg, South Carolina
Glover
An earth woman at heart, she reposed in the sycamore tree
Enjoying the undeniable smell of freshly mowed grass,
And the unmistakable aroma of Auntie Mazie’s apple pie
This is my happy place, she thought, not yet knowing
That some days she would relive this moment over and over
Mulish pic-headed Lex was headstrong
Could never admit a mistake or being any way wrong
Opinionated, stubborn, and inflexible too
We set him up with our mean unbending Auntie Lulu.
She cast a spell, and turned nasty Lex immediately around.
A more compliant, agreeable man, cannot now be found.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
I held her purse
one
last
dance
with my uncle
before
it
struck
midnight
morning brought the paper
barely
in
the
door
collapses to the floor
Mom
answered
the phone
she fell to her knees
I
held
her
purse
tonight they continue their dance
R.I.P. sweet Auntie