Short Bologna Poems
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There once was a girl named Mona
Who screened all her calls on her phone-a
She said, "At the tone
Make yourself known"
Or she'll think that you're full of bologna!
Want To Propose Horn Limerick
This is a thing I must insist
Each and every point Trump missed
Much bologna he fed
And down path us has led
All of this should cease and desist.
Jim Horn
Happened in America Only
Where it happened was in America only;
Trump's poor appearance left us lonely;
His each excuse,
Poured profuse;
Been full of bull and a bunch of bologna.
Jim Horn
A sweet young lassie from Estonia
Was besought by a boy from Bologna
Taking her to a dance,
He wore his best pants
And gave her a corsage of begonia.
written September 1, 2021
I ain’t no phoney
Just full of bologna (E)
Doing the fifth step
Will keep me Kept
Doing inventory
Kinda like a story
Humbling myself
Feels like nothing else
Asking for help
So I can play the cards Dealt
Face well worn, Graying hair,
Marlboro in his mouth.
Clay-dirt boots, dusty hat,
Bologna from a sack.
Tastes of nicotine and diesel,
he can’t spit it out.
The old man makes his living
on a caterpillars back.
Another Trump Crony
Seems like must be another Trump crony,
Who always has been a bunch of bologna,
With Ponytail,
Leaving trail,
Or wears horrible hairstyle similar to a Toni.
Jim Horn
Could be Bennett or Martin.
Ricotta and meat cannelloni,
a pizza pie (pepperoni)
with cheesy macaroni,
followed by spumoni.
Holy cannoli!
Roly poly
full of glee
you’ll see
me!
Nov. 7, 2019
for the Rhyming Nonet Poetry Contest of charles messina
Subway’s foot-long “cold cut trio” is the one for me
You know bologna, salami and ham aren’t calorie free?
Not to worry; Subway uses turkey meat in all three
ON YOUR FEET Poetry Contest
Charlie Sides
Trump Actions Cease and Desist Horn Limerick
This is what I have to insist
Each and every point Trump missed
To us bologna feed
Down path everyone led
His actions should cease and desist.
Hope Hillary gets better.
Jim Horn
Nunez Nonsense Memo
Phony Bunch of Bologna
Trump is sure to win another Tony,
For all of his big bunch of Bologna;
Up to his ears,
Drawing tears;
Proves that he is putrid and phony,
And squishy as some salty abalone.
Jim Horn
smells..,
sounds..,
my fishing pole drowns..,
sights..,
touch..,
never in a rush..,
throw..,
splash..,
got you at last..,
huge..,
trophy..,
my tale so phony..,
bread...
mustard..,
tonight's supper..,
bologna.
She lived just behind us
on the cross street.
We were young and poor,
our children, mere babies.
Now, our youngest is 48,
she's a bit older.
We're approaching senility
but she remembers . . .
changing diapers,
heating formula,
bedtime stories,
and fried bologna sandwiches.
Thanksgiving
a day to fill our tummies with turkey
I love turkey more than most
I could eat turkey every day
with mashed potatoes and corn
warmed up sweet rolls and cranberry sauce
I love a real turkey
not that thin-sliced white bologna crap from a deli
that resembles turkey as much as I resemble Janet Jackson
i sit alone in peace with nature
instead of eating the pastries of paris
i sit alone in peace with nature
instead of eating sweets on the streets of bologna
i sit alone in peace with nature
as i find it more tranquil and peaceful
i sit alone in peace with nature
instead of drinking coffee in the cafès of Berlin
I am hungry, what will it be?
Ham, turkey or that nasty bologna?
I am hungry, chickpea mash?
Spam or that disgusting Hash?
I am hungry, mountain oysters anyone?
Fish eggs? Or sushi that is "not done?"
Such meager questions on what to eat.
There are people out there who are starving.
I feel ashamed and should do my part.
To give the shirt off my back would be a start.
SANTA ON THE RUN
The night before Christmas, Santa was late
Packing up his sleigh would just have to wait
He had diarrhea bad
The worse case he ever had
Caused by the bologna sandwich he ate
Rudolph and friends were in such a tizzy
They knew Santa had been very busy
The elves packed up Santa's sleigh
Since Santa Claus had to stay
In the loo because he was quite dizzy
Sentimental Journey
Ordinary bologna
Sleep on the gurney
You are so lonely
Keeps on living
And yet you live
yes you live
Keeps on livings
Oriental kaboom
Religious diamonds
Walking on Waters
Disowning a sons and daughters
Man-made religions
Wrongly made decisions
Keeps on livings
Yes you keep on giving
While you keep on living
3/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Sophie dog is bark-crying, howling in consternation
As if robbers with machetes are in the closets
As if home invaders have slept under our beds.
As if sixteen escaped convicts are eating her bologna.
As if someone is approaching with two assault rifles.
As if a SWAT team is getting ready to break down our windows.
Someone knocks on the front door and I jump straight up to the ceiling.
Amazon delivery.
Together, my parents faced two world wars, the great depression, floods, fires, and some things that would bring most people to their knees. Imagine just where I would be if they had just decided that things were too rough and chucked in the towel. At the time, I didn’t think they had a lot to give. But looking back, I’m amazed at how much I got.
steak’s what I wanted
bologna is what I got—
never went hungry
a sociopath
selfserving and destructive
egotistical
God gargantuan
favorite of mine has been
at end say Amen
snow fell on shoulder
could cause him to be colder
when he was older
reminds me of them
handsome looking very trim
happy never grim
Brown Girl Dreaming
Jacqueline Woodson,
Poet
Brown Girl Dreaming Jacqueline Woodson, Poet - Search (bing.com)
heard testimony
have to pay alimony
bunch of bologna
Dreary days are not so good , you would avoid them if you could. Dreary days are so lonely , you want to eat bologna. Dreary days are like climbing up a tree , it's not good for you but it's good for me. I sit at the bottom here all alone , waiting for you to pick up the phone. Dreary days are like these , why don't try throwing leaves. That is something for the eyes to behold , because when you throw leaves , you'll find a pot of gold.
I always
have
more
than i
need
for my
cup
over
runneth
romantically
speaking or
just poetically
planting seeds
hoping to grow
a zucchini or
something
similar to
what i'm
not but
what you
bought was
a sirloin tip
with a bacon
or bologna
body mostly
fat but
that
shouldn't
matter
sugar
cook me up
and taste
spicy
flavors
when
i
become your
tastebuds
favorite
flavor but
with a
pinch
of
salty
nuts
Form:
i always
have
more
than i
need
for my
cup
to over
runneth
romantically
speaking or
just poetically
planting seeds
hoping to grow
a zucchini or
something
similar to
what i'm
not but
what you
bought was
a sirloin tip
with a bacon
or bologna
body mostly
fat but
that
shouldn't
matter
sugar
cook me up
and taste
spicy
flavors
when
i be
come your
tastebuds
favorite
flavor but
with a
pinch
of
salty
nuts
Form:
I met the Sphynx at noon,
"I'm tired," I say, "I'd like a nap."
But first she wanted lunch.
"I've brought nothing, except this bologna wrap!"
Says she, "It's you I'd like to munch."
She chewed on my knees,
And now they're both sore.
She rended my heart, but choked.
"Too big," said she, but still wanted more,
My back she therefore poked.
Now here I am, the creature at noon
On legs two I walk
My knees being lame
Her invite to tea I balk
Simply I say, "I've a nap to claim."