Short Broom Poems
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These walls conceal an ugly war
Kitty litter raids my floor
This tidy home I'm sworn to keep
A rugged broom's a tiresome sweep
Three cats are such a chore
kitchen clean broom sweep
chipped dishes cracked wishes weep
mess runs into garbage fun
Ah, it smells bad within this room
There are two of us with a broom
There’s innocent me
Grandma strikes a plea
As one fart does make quite a vroom
Russell Sivey
Use Broom to Sweep Away Doom
What we did do with a straw broom,
Would be to sweep away our doom,
Which existed,
And persisted,
That was spread all over the room.
Jim Horn
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 12, 2020
A witch flew a magical broom
That lost its magical zoom.
She decided to buy
A broom that could self-fly
and beat a rocket to the moon.
Oh husband, you'll make such a scene,
Giving your wife a broom for a gift!
"But it's not my intention to make her clean...
Just to provide her with a lift!"
Halloween’s happiest wizard mouse is in the sky
He has flown a witch’s broom extremely high
She is below, casting a spell without any mirth
He is soon falling straight down toward the earth
Broom
The involvement of
the outside sweeping broom in the
sequence of
poetry pamphlets organising into
piles based on
themes extends the period or
condition of
Kookaburra life.
Under the Broom
Listen to my screwy code
No thief may download:
To conceal from rookies
Under brooms I keep keys;
Knowing, the slovenly lot
Will never touch the rot!
JM
04th March 2014
the janitors' broom,
it sweeps every room,
under each desk,
cleaning up the mess,
it never complains,
leaving a clean environment for our brains,
this broom is on a mission,
without recognition...
A broom is a flight of fancy
at the witching hour
A machine gun uncased
in peril, it’s power
Waltzing Matilda
on the ballroom floor
Sweeps me away
~ with so much more
she might be old, but she still can make a broom zoom
I was not so sure, but I do not to want to bring the gloom
I watched in the sky, and my friend was right of course
She rode that broom like a cowgirl rides a bucking horse
There once was a special broom
It was fast and named the Zoom
Taken by a witch
Then left in a ditch
She broke wind and went kaboom
October 9, 2020
Halloween Inspired Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllable count: 7,7,5,5,7 (PS)
Limerick : Once a rich Janitress rode on a broom
Once a rich Janitress rode on a broom
From cheek to jowl her looks spelt dire doom
She thought she owned the world
And the world owed her gold
So she chewed gold and lost gums and bloom.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Some ladies enjoy riding on their brooms
All over the house, into all the rooms
Gran rode the ironing board
Only skis she could afford
Off she'd ride, before ironing resumes
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
July 17, 2022
Blinking red eyes
She clears her path
Fog frightened fears
Her screaming laugh
Grey haired with hat
White face of doom
Hunch-backed atop
A violent broom
She rides the backs
Of those asleep
And when they wake
They cannot speak
She came to me
And then she left
Returned again
And took my breath
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 12, 2020
The witch loved to fly on her broom.
It fit like a cozy old shoe.
Magic led her the way
As she flew in the day
And zoomed on her broom to the moon.
No electric transport for her.
Her broom hid her in a blur.
So fast did she fly
In the blink of an eye
All you heard was a magical whrrrr.
Last night, riding across a full moon I saw a witch,
that funny move she made was a twitch.
Maybe her move was just really an itch,
the wooden broom she was riding on looked like a switch.
Could what I was seeing be a glitch,
my new binoculars must be on the fritz.
Date: 10/27/2019
I passed a store that just sold brooms
On Granville Isle, B.C.
Two sisters weave them in Vancouver
For their company.
I marveled at the many styles
In varied shapes and sizes
That many folk no longer use
As home life modernizes.
I rarely use a broom myself
But, swept up by temptation,
I bought a mini version
As a kitchen decoration.
Stumble you get in treading the path of life
Or you may get your steps upon dirt
And inside develop a spot, a dot,
A scratch even a crack
To remove them you may try
Collins, wheels, Nirma or acids
But they will not get out
In this case I may help you
I am a trader
I sell broom of forgiveness
Buy to use it and see how they are gone with a swipe.
Intent on sweeping
I grabbed my broom
Then crossed the hall
And entered the room
My husband did ask
As he stepped aside
“Where are you going?
I’ll give you a ride!”
Just earlier that day
I couldn’t find my shoes
I was already late
With no time to lose
"Have you seen my shoes?"
I asked my spouse
Who quickly replied
“Are they under the house?”
where did baby ghost get that witch’s broom?
We were all amazed said the moss that bloomed
the baby ghost smirked at his lovely win
She was taking a whizz, he told to his friend
They told him to immediately take it back
But he did not listen, and fell into a crack
For the broom bucked him off good and hard
Returning to its owner, a witch of the old Guard
THE BROOM
By a corner in my pink-colored room
There lies a long broom
The broom I pick
Oh! This thought makes me sick
Our nation lack this great feature
Unity!
In unity the broom sticks live
A thick rope binding them
Independently depending on each other
A symbiotic association of
Non-living broom-sticks
United they stand
Separated they fall.
Learn from the broom
My people
Witch does broom maneuvers to the delight of the crowd.
They are roaring with appreciation – nice, long and loud.
We have never had such a marvelous acrobatic witch appear!
This is the best one whose skullduggery is abundantly clear.
The witch was on a roll and gave her wand a flick.
The entire audience disappeared in smoke – what a trick!
Better get them back, the boss yelled. His name was Rosco.
We do not have enough insurance to cover this fiasco!
With a large push broom I am
sweeping my excess blessings
off the bridge.
I push the golden coins over
the edge to those who are still
below.
I have a modest chair next to my
mountains of treasure... a
chair to rest there and
contemplate the beauty of
God's Kingdom the majestic
Jerusalem that is here.
But I don't sit in that chair
for very long because I want
to keep on working for the Lord
Whom has always been ever so
good to me!
by S.E. Clark