Short Below The Belt Poems
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Billy Bob King the boxer felt
entitled to punch below the belt.
Not because he was a cheating swine.
His lack of height, set a low punchline.
A sportsman from Burton-on-Trent
Had such a peculiar bent
The kick that he felt
Was below the belt
That’s how his manhood got a dent
Constant below the belt down pinning is a manifestation of extreme fanaticism, especially of women to men and gay to men and implied sexual craving.
From Trump A Welt We Felt
Trump had been hitting below the belt;
And when he did it would leave a welt;
Always bitter;
Quaint quitter;
A bad deal from him we all were dealt.
Jim Horn
Kick boxing can be fun except for the rules
No kicks below the belt in a man's precious jewels
You may get a warning
When one ends up wailing
And cursing like a trooper with naughty looks so cruel
dear john
a few words she wrote
we’re through i found a real man
i’m getting married
dear jane
he too spelt it plain
i have ravaged your mother
her scar was it you
By
David Kavanagh.
The Doctor and aspiring Judge
their facts now up for grabs
Agendas twisted, the world at stake
neoclassic power grab
Memories scarce and memories bent
all truth behind the lines
With punches far below the belt
—and justice ill defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Whether it is now some folks’ habit
Or a lifestyle to try a bit,
You should begin to inhibit
The thoughtless actions others exhibit...
For here in Ariel we actively prohibit
Lovers having to cohabit
And should be the last to simply sit
While lovers below the belt chastity hit
Making the still-not-profaned their teeth grit.
Be A Winner
Sometimes the world just seems unfair
It seems to hit us below the belt
And fighting back seems so hard
But you can beat it
If you just stand your ground
And say to yourself enough is enough
Stand right up and look it right in the eye
And tell yourself today is the day
That I’m going to win
Because you’re a fighter
That can come out on top
And today YOU WILL WIN.
“ Only a quitter never wins”
R. Taub
Came dancing my doomsday
With the dark specks contort
my head shook to dare-
pour the corrosion on spot
my life dealt below the belt-
Over the matrimonial surprise
Made confused dwindled head,
that came to seal my pact
with the signature of doom
My lover's attach remnant-
On the align with malignant ages;
I lay subconscious in dormant-
And cuddled my angels,
If not for me my heart's grant
I could reverse our quarrels.
“A No Brainer”
If balancing a checkbook is a no brainer, why can’t I do it
“Hit below the belt”
As a guy I don’t even want to go there
“I’m all ears”
No wonder I can’t smell or see
“Play it by ear”
No wonder I cant play banjo, I’ve been using my fingers
“Think outside the box”
I tried that once and they closed the lid on me
“Plenty of fish in the sea”
If so, why can’t I catch any?
“Put lipstick on a pig”
Do pigs even have lips?
The bridal song
It's such a sad song
Cause anything can
go wrong
With you stringing
Each other along
Vowing to one another
to belong
Knowing you're in it, but
for how long
When anything can go
wrong
Despite, your feelings are
so strong
Below the belt, you'd get
hit, as if you're a gong
About the idea of having
to Each other for an Eternity
to belong
With you going thru the motions,
stringing Each other belong
You see what I mean, it's a sad
song
Let's not lose our lunch
or get our undies in a bunch
when apprised of
all those male vicars
compelled to infiltrate
choirboys' knickers
they may think it jolly
but I believe
they're off their trolley
at best they're jesters
at worst molesters
within the hierarchy
no matter what ranking
deserving of more than
just a damn good spanking
indeed why not weed them out
and of all the unkindest cuts
below the belt
relieve them of their nuts