Short Bubonic Poems
Short Bubonic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bubonic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bubonic by length and keyword.
Another Gin and Tonic Horn Limerick
Must I drink another gin and tonic
To tolerate Trump who is moronic
Jumping from hole to hole like a rabbit
Constantly complaining when cannot have it
Grows on you like a plague that is bubonic.
Jim Horn
Categories:
bubonic, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Here's to the fellow we hold dear,
his blood, it was said, teutonic.
He holed up in County Lincolnshire
to escape the plague (bubonic).
'Twas there an apple fell on his head
and gave him a wonderful notion.
Before he even went to bed,
he wrote down the laws of motion.
Categories:
bubonic, science, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
The green and fading afternoon
as starkness sets within, behind,
long shadows creep, with twilight soon.
The green and fading afternoon
releases brute bubonic moon.
The town folks dream with peace of mind.
The green and fading afternoon.
as starkness sets within, behind.
1/31/2022
Categories:
bubonic, dark,
Form:
Triolet
days and nights of loosen over,whens my four leaf clover gonna come over?
when?i get to spin to dont i?crem de la crem is beyonce knowles and all those
schols,so who cares?in the air is where i gery,the berry b,humble me with a
jumbletron,its phonic and unbubonic,get over it,the bubonic plague doesnt exist
and lest the kiss is missed.so much for chris.merry christmas,to-wit.
Categories:
bubonic, funny,
Form:
ABC
Billy Joel's stories were top notch
Always enjoyed his music very much
He claimed only the good die young
So what have you been up to my old chum?
Grew up with bands like Three Days Grace
With mad Gontier screaming in my face
Bobbed my head to the heavy sound
But the constant rage really brought me down
Now there's kids like Justin Bieber
I claim bubonic, they say it's fever
Not his "music" that makes people stare
It's because of that ridiculous hair!
Categories:
bubonic, humorous, music,
Form:
Clerihew
Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!
Categories:
bubonic, africa, death, irony, technology,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Nineteen years of age, lost amid drugs ? Going nowhere except towards an asylum...
Soon his beautiful child, torn to be tattered ? Like time ripped apart; such abandonment
As downcast eyes left emptied by a world, this place, bent upon sorrows; thus rent these walls
Their rogues' gallery her Requiem ? Ghost in a machine, pulling thornes from our eyes; tapeworms
Parasites be this bubonic plague; his parody betwixt burlesque as goblins; hallucinating, of grovel ? Screaming.
Categories:
bubonic, art, baby, cancer, drug,
Form:
I do not know?