Short Benny Poems
Short Benny Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Benny by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Benny by length and keyword.
Benny O Bean stole a kingpin
Kept it secret in the cabin
Wife Sarah was a dork
And loved the grunter pork
And re-stole the pin for cookin'
Benny beat the Beast,
Busted the Baseball,
Became Smalls Bud,
Brings his Best,
Breathes in Baseball
Benny was a hero
But Benny Became a legend
Become a Benny
Form:
There once was an
old man named
Benny.
Who never in life
saw a penny.
When once saw him
dollar,
he fainted in a hollar.
O poorest! the old
man named Benny.
Was told my humor reminds them of Benny Hill
But a Canadian version, what an enormous thrill
He was known for smut
That's how I'm cut
Creating sexual exploits for the guffaws they instill
It's Benny Hill here entertaining you all
With antics so silly, hilarious with falls
Irreverent without doubt
Scantily clad ladies throughout
Proud to be associated with this hilarious guffaw
It's Benny Hill here entertaining you all
With antics so silly, hilarious with falls
Irreverent without doubt
Scantily clad ladies throughout
Proud to be associated with this hilarious guffaw
Remember Jack Benny, but hold your applause
for the master of the pregnant pause
'Your money or your life, Mr. Benny?!'
Folds his arms, rolls his eyes ~ Chuckles, then Guffaws!
...Applause!
Little Benny Ben told Roald Amundsen
Let's go to South Pole with my pretty hen
The hen was very stocky
Came to Ben with gait low-key
Asked for a diary and a gel pen
Mister Jack Benny was a funny fellow indeed
He played a mean violin, though a bit off-keyed
'Tis said that he was so tight with his bountiful purse
That to part with his moolah he was very averse
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Benito Mussolini was known to folks in Italo as Il Duce.
But they became disenchanted and hanged him with a noosey!
He was strung upside down with Clara Petacci his moll!
'Twas an ignominious finale for his closing curtain call!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Born and bred ko kasi that built the boundaries that made me bold and brave with...
Everlasting memories that created the fuel for my natural elegance of self entered and electric self esteem...
Not just and ordinary nothing but a...
Narcotic that arouses not normal expressions but...
Yet leaving one yearning and yellow forward going without yielding!
The path of the righteous man
Is beset on either side
Of the torrential river rapids
But i have all the horses on my side
And there are no more fish left to eat
Since the water turned into blood
To be fed upon by a swarm of locusts
In the delta that God forsake
Until the only thing apart from sand left
Was an apparition or a mirage
Of an oasis in a desert
A man once known as Benny Grunch
One day led all his yatty bunch
From rehearsal to a lunch
That ended up in a crunch
When they rattled a bowl of punch
The other guests did laugh and stare
And acted like they didn't care
If Benny and his bunch
Had their grungy lunch
And put on their yatty air
But in the end the chef did send
Them all crawling around the bend
Thus they never went back
To that old seafood shack
And would never again recommend