Short Bo Poems
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There was a man named Joe
He had awful B.O.
Claimed he was allergic to soap
At bath time said nope
His wife tied him outside with rope
thinking with body
exercising the mind's eye
watching not to trip
what floor are we on
is the door going to open
someone has B.O.
All Can Relate
For A Quiet Place....I Can't Wait
My Name Is Bo,
And I Don't Want To Know
I Gotta End This Show
BACK TO THE URRPORT YOU GO!
brilliantly, blindly, boldly, blissfully
brutally, bashfully
busily ba ba ba bo,
BOUNTRIES~
4/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
I miss you most 'twixt dusk and dawn
Wondering where you might have gone
Like Little Bo Peep
I'm stuck counting sheep
Thinking of you with nothing on
A tired young man with no sleep
Heard it would help to count sheep
Made his way up to ten
But got scared by a hen
And the big stick of Little Bo Peep
the weather was nice
so i didn;t think twice
to take baby out
bo doudt
the park was the rout
heaven the walker unfold
so took my
BABY STROLL FOR A STROLL
Why are you coming around again?
Unlike Bo Derek, you are no ten.
Your head’s full of air.
For you, I don’t care.
Go and try your luck with other men.
Of late, I've been counting sheep;
it helps me drift off to sleep.
With tonight's extra hour,
unless something goes sour,
I might even find Bo Peep's.
Big problem for Little Bo-Peep:
Frisky lambs would not let her sleep
Then one afternoon
A ram made her swoon
And that's when she learned to count sheep!
When Little Boy Blue
Didn't tend the sheep
He was under the haystack
With Little Bo Peep
And when the cows
Were in the corn
He totally forgot
To blow his horn
That night once again tossing and turning,
having very badly a sleepy yearning,
like little Bo Peep,
missing some sheep,
sheep hiding thinking its time for a shearing.
I used to walk here with my dog, Betsy,
I used to walk here with my dog, Bo.
Both have gone up to doggy heaven.
Wonder if they're still making yellow snow.
Young Theodore loved nothing more than sleep
Never once had he ever counted sheep
But when he hit puberty
He got excited, you see
Fell for a stripper named 'Little-Bo-Peep'
some say bo
scare me too
no corner light
there were something white
that came in my pass
i broke gas
turn to be all dream
it was mean
seen like chest thats right
was a
SCARER NIGHT
fo que.who/no.but bo might.he washes cars.outta sight.he might be an
angle.wrangle the attempt to a wimp named bo.so/he knows.the throw down
would last that long.long as a song.
Just in: Reported
Thefts of fresh air leave victims
Of B.O. gagging!
9/16/11
Received 3d place in "Make Me Laugh" contest
Received 5th place in "any Haiku will do" contest
Quigley Down Under
Quigley down and under
Thought he took a blunder
No sound did he maker
Till he met Bo Baker
Quigley down and under
Left his pants, did wander.
04/11/2016
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A G A I N
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X M A S * F I L M
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Mary's lamb ran into Bo-Peep of the lost sheep
My snow-white fleece is yours to cut and keep
If you, Bo-Peep, will then accept me as I am
Verily, forsooth ~ No longer shall I be a lamb
L-ove's
E-xcellent
V-olume
Y-early
&
S-olidifies
H-earts
I-n
E-vent's
B-eautiful
O-ccasion
Topic: Anniversary of Bro. Levy & Sis. Shie Bo(January 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
No need to count sheep
I drift off to sleep
Then snooze in my hay...
Just can't STAY that way!!
Oh... NURSE! (named Bo-Peep)
PLEASE round up your sheep...
Come in where I lay
And DRUG me...Okay??
Little Bo Peep, taxed out of her sheep
How many does Big Oh need to keep?
Leading them about
With rhetorical shout
Over pomp and circumstance knee deep
Jun 26 2010 For Carolyn's "Follower" contest
Strawberry patch girl
Wrenna wrenna Bo benna
Love love lovie love
Bluebird colored eyes
Berry stains upon your face
A day in the life
Peaceful baby girl
Sharing seeds and plants and love
All across Texas
Little boy Bo
Loves football so
He’s glued to a television
He spends half his fall
Watching football
A boy with a life’s mission
He dreams he’ll grow big
So, he’ll land a gig
In the game of human collision