Short Big Bucks Poems

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Premium Member A Fool and His Money Are Soon Parted

I slipped on a fry and hurt my back
Sue Burger King! said my lawyer Jack
I asked for big bucks
But Jack kinda sucks
Now I carry my stuff in a sack
Form: Limerick


Big Bucks of Life

Big Bucks of Life

Worshiping money
Instead of Almighty God
Stales the bread of life.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
Form: Senryu

Expensesgate

Political life isn't cheap
moats are costly to clean when their deep
big bucks for a **** movie
and a duck house thats groovy,
it's enough to make Gordon Brown weep.
© John Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Yuk Yuks

You must be careful if you really don't know Where you're going cuz you might miss the show You paid big bucks At famous YukYuks Laughed so hard, peed your panties, hope it don't snow
Form: Limerick

Big Bucks

early bird gets worm
standing at the base of tree
fourteen point buck - wow







Tribute To
Deer Hunters and Hunterettes LOL

May You Rack A Big One


Please Be Safe 
Wear Blazing Orange
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Holly Beak Birds Songs

Holly beak bird had a soprano voice that carried sixty miles
She had a beak that seemed to be full of laughing smiles
Party givers paid her big bucks to come by and sing
Many households reaped the benefit of her ting-a-lings
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Like a Beaver

You've heard the expression, “works like a beaver” Well ladies of the night are called “beaver retrievers” They make big bucks Sure enjoy their time (I know, should rhyme) When it's over, it's definitely a tension reliever
Form: Limerick

Why Wait Ode To Still Another Writer

At 64 you take a stance,
You'll never get another chance.
The zero option's not a joke,
No sense just waiting for a stroke.
So you let the novel fly,
There's big bucks there
It's worth a try.
You wait too long
It's never read
Stays on your shelf 
When you're long dead.
Form: Rhyme

Miss D

She tells it like it is
And it cracks me up
She lives modestly but
Her laugh is like big bucks

Her truth is like mine
But I don't have the courage
To say it

She doesn't give a heck
And she doesn't understand her
Wit

We talk and laugh for hours
On end because that's my girl
She's a dear friend
© Lara Wash  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose

Premium Member I'm Gonna Clean Up Tonight

Ladies and gents, it's happening tonight, 
a well-promoted prize-fight -  
and a party with every bigwig and socialite.
I'll give you an exclusive invite!

It's where "No, it's not" meets "Yes, it is", 
and "It is hers" meets "It is his".
Meet "Who is wrong?" and "Who is right?"
I'm an attorney.  I'll make big bucks, alright.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Prom Night

hairdo
updo

mani
pedi

assess
short dress

high heels
appeals

oh dear
he’s here

in tux
big bucks

limo
let’s go

arrive
alive

fruit punch
some munch

slow dance
my chance

break heel
big deal

issues
no shoes

barefoot
toe cut

dismayed
band aid

pedi
shreddy

updo
downdo

big night
sad plight

down trend
sad end
Form: Footle

Beauty Queens

Near Abu Dhabi, beauty queens
Must have expressive eyes.
Their droopy lips and shapely humps
Might help them earn a prize.

The competition’s very fierce;
Big bucks are the reward.
Contestants, in the thousands,
Strut around, appearing bored.

The winners, wearing necklaces
Designed to look like gold,
Bring honor to their owners
Right before each camel’s sold.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Commercial Beggers

They plead with us
manipulating
pain and hunger
between the segments
of broken merriment.
Beggars
paid big bucks
to raise funds
tearing at the tender
underbellies
tormenting the scorched souls
of the old and lonely.
Chastising us
in voices muted
by soft music
intimating that we
are all that is needed
to suture the wounds
of the world.

John G. Lawless
20/30/2020

Premium Member Lottery

Imagine
A lottery win
How nice


Imagine
Big bucks allowing
Grand dream


Imagine
Dream in solid form
Now here


Imagine
No more struggling
With bills


Imagine
Doing what you love
Right now


Imagine
Wake up and do it
You can


Imagine
All you can now be
Live well


Imagine
Winning at living
Right now



Leon Enriquez
01 October 2014
Singapore

Hold a Gtudge and Never Budge

Hold a Grudge and Never Budge

do like eating fudge
have been know to hold a grudge
never ever budge

of honor she was maid
down the aisle in big parade
big bucks parents paid

when his heart pounded
shaky is how he sounded
heard he had drownded

when we would labor
was at war with my neighbor
we drew our sabre

delightful with charm
happiness causes no harm
even found on farm
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Where are your Voices

   Where are your voices, Me-too, Planned Parenthood, NOW
      your Jewish sisters violated, raped by the dozens - How
      come you've gone quiet, 
                           your silence deafens ... 

        Those Jewish sisters supported you during hard times
        contributed big bucks, marched with you to protest crimes ...

           Now, your covert antisemitism ~
           your future credibility threatens
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Pretending I Work All Day

It is embarrassing to try and pretend I am working all day
Earning the big bucks, I get paid
When my husband gets online and reads the poems I write
 
While the powers that be are paying me
While I probably should be doing something else
While I am earning money, I may not deserve
 
I have stopped bragging about how much work I do
Because of the online “outing” I get daily
And his ability to clearly see
what I do at my job

Old and Cold

Another story
One so bold
Big bucks were made
Deals bought and sold
Met a lady
Turned out shady
Took my cash
My life turned trash
Tried to get a second start
Even pushed a hot dog cart
Fast quick bucks had brought me down
Watched my ex-wife steal the town
Living in a one room flat
Table, chair and old floor mat
Watching all the "suits" go by
I see my past
And start to cry
Just feeling now so very old
A hopeless soul
Out in the cold
Form: Rhyme

Chanel

Why do people pay big bucks
For something by Chanel?
I realize that they’re selling to 
A wealthy clientele…

But I really just don’t get it.
Every pocketbook or such
With that famous logo goes for
What most folks would say too much.

And by that, I’m talking thousands
Just to own, what seems to me,
Quite an ugly choice of purses
With a fancy pedigree.

Still, so many women want them
And I really wish I knew
What’s the root of their attraction,
For I haven’t got a clue.
Form: Rhyme

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