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Short Bongos Poems

Short Bongos Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bongos by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bongos by length and keyword.


Premium Member Back Porch
Mid 60's brother's band
I am a gloved "scab" on bongos and
helter skelter on county fair drums
They play their backyard hearts out
my summer of learning all instruments
Music, playing parties of various venues 
two lifelong brotherly loves.
Thanks Denny....

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Categories: bongos, brother, love, magic, music, voyage, youth,
Form: Free verse



I Love Lucy
Lucy and Ricky had a television show
She was hilarious with Ethel and Fred
Her vita vita vegimen and chocolate delight
Made everyone laugh all night

Ricky was a cabana singer 
Who played bongos on the Lucy show
He could never figure out what Lucy was up to
Until the end of the I Love Lucy show...

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© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bongos, love,
Form: Clerihew
Trip To a Concert
Went to see Willie Colon the other night
Trombone - bongos - sexy woman 
   dancing around
    A politician walked 
through the crowd
  Free water (I got there too late)
    rhythmic 
memories 
   remain with us 
  As old newspapers 
blow by in the
   wind
     We watch the dance of love and life
as it repeats itself 
endlessly
    throughout the years 
echoing  in the halls of our souls...

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Categories: bongos, music
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Blue Eyed Cuban Drummer
But Cuba does not have blue-eyed men, they have brown. 
Well he is lively and fun a drummer who knows how to get down.
Are you sure he is from Cuba? Oh, yes, and he just came to town.
I went to watch him on the bongos, wearing my favorite purple gown.

You have such a sparkle, a pizzazz, and a lovely sound!
He appreciated me. Said “Guess I’ll see you around.”
Such a gentleman in this town is rarely found.
And believe it or not, his band had a terrific sound!...

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Categories: bongos, music,
Form: Rhyme
Bottoms Up
When my dad said bottoms up, he wasn't talking about drinking booze.
He taught me that drinking is not a good thing to choose.
I was drinking in his house at the age of eighteen.
He was furious and he put me over his knee.
He beat my butt cheeks like a pair of bongos with his hands.
He even started using my ass for bongos when he joined a band.
He had never beat my butt like that before.
If you drink in your dad's house, your ass may be sore.

(This is a fictional poem.)...

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Categories: bongos, funnyme,
Form: Rhyme




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