Short Bone To Pick Poems

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I have a bone to pick with you
Mister !
What are you playing at ?
I asked for a cup of Tea
Not Coffee 
And 
It has Sugar in it

© Christopher Flaherty  

We have a bone to pick with you
 On second thought we'll make it two
 Perhaps we've bitten off more than we can chew
 But then again that's nothing new
 Can  you see it from our point of view?
                         ----
 3/20/16
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© Joseph May  

Time will be up in no time
and anger will have its comeuppance.
I don’t give a pence
whether or not they caught the guy,
because they had him
at one time,
and they lost this time
with other people’s kin.
GBI we need them -
do we?
Dig it?
Find another bone to pick?
Chasing tails.
Giving guns
to a teen
who leans into the hall
and causes havoc and heroes
to emerge.

© Kim Rodrigues  

fitted to my palate, made to fit, just for me 
based on love to embraces me
told to keep you close and dear~
two (too) late my mother can hear~
she has a bone to pick with the youth of me
now in original position she makes a deal
just too see if what the doctor say is true blue
will my jaw slip and side and be debased~   
will in the todays to come, i will have a ugly face!

aka:lyricvixen

© Verlecia Fields  

I have a bone to pick with you.
     I heard you spread rumours about me.
     Said, I am courageous,
     And have endurance.
     Am very smart,
     Have a good heart.
     You like my smile,
     The sparkling in my eyes.

     Are they true?
     Was it you?
     Or are these rumours all lies.
     I’d like to hear,
     From your mouth to my ear.
     So I could spread rumours about you too

© Roebain Christians  

Humorous? This could be one;
rhyming rules are numerous,
jumping through hoops nearly fun
as bumping your humerus…


An Ae Freislighe, an Irish quatrain with abab and 2-syllable and 3-syllable end rhymes on lines 7 syllables in length. Poem should start and end with same word(s), but I used a homophone here, because, why not?

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/ae-freislighe-poetic-form

© Jeff Kyser  

Bone-tired?
Your muscles get tired, actually
Well, perhaps it's the fascia
the connective tissue sheath
mainly collagen
beneath the skin
attaching or separating 
the muscles

Chilled to the bone?
Not likely, fellow
unless you are emaciated
due to illness or famine or such
Otherwise, your bones
are probably still
body temperature, 98.6F

I imagine by now that
you've a bone to pick with me
Go ahead.  I dare you to try that.

© Gershon Wolf