Short Bookies Poems

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


I Love These Girls

My vice and addiction is not with bookies
But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
The supporters of my addiction are these little girls
Form: Couplet


Fold Form Poetry - Climate Change

Climate change, a threat! All bookies odds are odds-on, Would one want to bet? Look, can you not see sorrow? Climate change a threat! Wildlife, that was, disappeared! No good now regret! Natures warnings all denied! Build your own rocket. The clock near to striking doom! Climate change a threat!
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The Gambling Man

He is a bookies monkey,
A blackjack Joe,
A casino junkie,
A slot machine Moe,

He is a roulette Roger,
A double down Dave,
A betting shop lodger,
A gambling slave,

He is a baccarat Billy,
A poker sharp Pete,
A wily old Willie,
A Charlie cheat,

He is a high stakes Harry,
A dog track Dan,
A lotto Larry,
He is the gambling man
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pitcher Deals

Pitcher deals.
Center snaps. 
Forward volleys.
Captain kneels.
Wing traps.
Road team rallies.
Runner steals.
Driver laps.
Bookies watch at O'Malleys.
Coach jaws.
Goalie paws.
Mothers pray.
Midfielder moans.
Winners eat macaroons.
Fathers look less gray.

Refs tally the time left
'Til the moon rises.
Fans leave, bereft,
Searching for further surprises.
Form: Rhyme

I Love These Girls

My vice and addiction is not with bookies
                         But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
                      My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
                      For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
                   The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
                    The supporters of my addiction are these little girls
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Little Bit of Yorkshire

Ey-up uncle Ken,
I bet tha goin, bookies Agen!
I'll go with thee,
If it's or rate.
I go that way,
To see mi mate.
Wats tha backin, in two thirty?
Mi gran ses put a Bob,
On flirtin girty.
Gonna play Togger on park,
Then go woods,
Before it's dark.
Get sum cheggies for afta tea,
If tha calls in Lata
Will save sum for thee.
See thee lata,
Hope tha win
Will no if tha has,
Thal av a big grin.
Form: Rhyme

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