Short Bloke Poems
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Golf loving Paddy from sunny Glambole
was truly a gentle fun-loving soul
but he was a big bloke,
he took a well-aimed stroke
Sara the caddy yelled "wrong hole, wrong hole”
There once was a bloke called Aristotle
Who drank his ouzo straight from the bottle
His tutors were far from impressed
When he failed his Ethics 101 test
But when he partied it was always full throttle.
Spoke to a bloke
from Blighty
whose wife
wouldn't wear a nightie
when she rolled over
he told me
her ankles were tangled
then turned back
her throat strangled
all the more
'I can't retire' she sleepily said
so instead she wore
bloomers to bed
There once was a big bloke of a poke
fella’s mom screw’d him if he'd cocke
Hard games still he play’d
Lil' stick not he let stray’d
went in and came quickly as a stroke
Limerick, 5 lines syllable count 9,9,6,6,9
Rhyme Scheme: aabba
Date write: 10.06.2014
Contest Bawdy Limerick II
Sponsor:Roy Jerden
I once knew a bloke
Who thought he was right
Not now and then
But all of the time
And he told people
That he could manipulate them
So that they would do
Exactly what he wanted them to do
But he didn't know others laughed
Behind his back
And said he was just sad
So very sad.
© Paul Warren Poetry
for “The Stumble And Rise” Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Jami Patterson
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there once was a bronzed aussie bloke
drank way too much bundy and coke
danced with the beating drum
then fell hard on his bum
laughed as he said "I'm such a joke"
* bundy is short for Bundaberg rum-usually drunk with coke and is a very popular drink in Australia
Are there things that make you cry
You’re such a sentimental bloke
With a tear in the corner of your eye
You know that it is no joke
Perhaps it’s an old friend
When you remember the good old days
That you haven’t seen until the end
And be with you always
So sentimental bloke
Standing thinking about it now
You know it is no joke
Do you feel it in your know-how.
© Paul Warren Poetry
He cracked a nice joke
But she did not laugh!
What next: her ribs poke?
No! That should be Chaff!
Or her cream hair stroke?
She’ll strike him a staff!
New wish is a yoke:
Dreaming of A Cloak
And – Yes – Strokes are wrong?
Their affair not long…
Knows he Ann wants Cloak
But it’s not Canned Coke
So, might he try jokes
He’d kept for rich blokes
And back go to coach
For more skills to soak?
Softly he sings
At the end of light
In his bed at night
I can just hear him
Amongst the noises of life
I want to ask him
Why?
He sings for
Missed love?
His island home?
Safety on his journey long?
But I know the real reason
I just can’t acknowledge
I want him to share
The protection he sings for
Brings forth
To envelope me to
Before I slip into the
Land of Dreaming
On his softly singing
Voice
Myself being in love with you
was just the wrong thing for me to
my heart was broke, I almost choked
I was a woman , not a bloke.
To be betrayed in the worst way
my fault, because I gave you say
my soul was bent and almost broke
I was a woman, not a bloke.
I was badly used and abused
my heart was blackened , and so fused
my life was almost gone, I choke
I was a woman , not a bloke.
Elizabeth alexander 21/3/2016
As the mind of humanity’s flesh
Simply wants all of the world’s cash
As bills smell in congress they pass
Laws resembling methane gas
Poof, aloof, savings gone in a flash
Of cash stash, my soul is free at last
Our retirement savings of cash stashes
Like bad memories as congress passes
Their bills smelling like methane gases
Like moles complain of smelling mo__ lasses
As the politics of fresh air clashes
`Tis smoke, my bloke; use miracle glasses
I get a little sentimental in my ways
When remembering the good old days
And the mates who were always there
Together still, in my dreams - paid my fare
Tell me again of the old ways
You know those crazy hazy days
When laughter wasn’t too hard to find
And wishing them back I wouldn’t mind
I know it makes me melancholy
And to an old bloke it isn’t such a folly
I have made my mind up, you see
Sentimental is what I wanna be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
he keeps saying it's
gonna
be a bumpy ride
but that's life
and all these spin-offs
about juggernauts
space fairies
and
helmets with no chin straps
riding in his
space cow
across the galaxy
i'm considering a chin-strap-beard
we are
one tonight
i explain to the human geography teacher
in the lounge
that i am a completionist
i don't just
watch some episodes, but finish the lot
he counters, "did you see every episode
of duck tales?"
the man is mad
The Oldham bloke passed me as I walked down the road
Passing me on the footpath
He was small with a slight limp
Wearing blue jeans and a black jacket
He uttered a comment:
You are a bastard
I replied: What did you call me?
He said: I wasn't talking to you, you idiot!
I added: Be careful
That's 2 insults from him
Being rude to me without knowing me
A fine example of a local male
Who I immortalised in this poem and tell you
Keep your eyes open for him
Be ready for his words