Short Bladders Poems
Short Bladders Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bladders by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bladders by length and keyword.
There was a bishop whose sermons were boring
Seven hours long made members begin snoring.
The bishop took offense
But he had no defense.
Busted bladders had warped all the flooring.
Categories:
bladders, humor, religion,
Form:
Limerick
In restive response to the nature’s call,
in the disciplined dog-line they all fall.
Not far is the place to pee,
tree never seems to be free.
Leakage curbed canine bladders learn to stall.
Categories:
bladders, funny,
Form:
Limerick
sun-dried, saltwater-rusted
bench sits above cherry bricks
undulating like pan-fried
bacon strips, by the streetlamp
where lazy dogs whine at once
and also lose their bladders
and imagine chuletas
in the beaconed street's limelight
Categories:
bladders, animal, dog, food, metaphor, spanish,
Form:
Free verse
The planes were lined up in a queue,
A reminder of something I knew.
They awaited permission
Like at intermission
In theaters outside of the loo.
One by one each one skyward immersed
As the rest inched up closer to first
But like women in line
Still not given the sign
There were tempers (and bladders!) to burst.
Categories:
bladders, flying,
Form:
Limerick
Younger people slake their thirst -
No reason to endure it -
With water or another drink
As quick as they procure it.
But older folk will agonize
Although they may secure it,
'Cause if they drink enough to quench,
Their bladders just can't store it.
Though young and old alike may share
A quenching-thirst ability,
It's only older ones who care
'Bout where's the next facility.
Categories:
bladders, age,
Form:
Rhyme
A Pond's Melody
Purrs of swimming swans
Drumming of fish with bladders
Rustling of water lilies
Rippling of waters
Stir up a pond`s melody,
A dulcet boon to the ears.
Categories:
bladders, appreciation, nature, water,
Form:
Choka
The Tyburn wagon halts at every inn.
Tight stinking alleys
cobblestones and gin.
The condemned drink their fill,
none fear falling ill.
Harlots cackle and screech
the condemned grow horny.
The Hanging Tree accommodates
three at a time.
Six limbs a’ waving,
bladders and bowels voiding
- drink now to the dangling.
A canting debauchery
spends its copper penny.
Hungover Londoners swear
‘off the wagon,’
but look here comes another:
Pass the flagon!
Categories:
bladders, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
If you want to help defeat
Summer's brutal blasts of heat,
Do what experts say you oughter,
Guzzle lots and lots of water.
I imbibe so much each day,
Likely more that what I weigh,
That, while it's preventing thirst,
Part of me's about to burst.
Bladders only hold so much
And when certain muscles clutch,
There must be a quick release
If you want to have some peace.
My advice when heat's unrolled:
Drink as much as you can hold;
But be sure you always know
The nearest place where you can go!
Categories:
bladders, introspection, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme