Short Bulge Poems
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A vaulter, reportedly French,
thought earning a medal a cinch.
Though they won’t divulge
the size of his bulge,
he lost by much more than an inch.
At times I've been under the influence
So since I growed up it's no coincidence
That when I indulge
My eyeballs bulge
And my pulsating body becomes conspicuous
At times I've been under the influence
So since I growed up it's no coincidence
That when I indulge
My eyeballs bulge
And my pulsating body becomes conspicuous
At times I've been under the influence
So since I growed up it's no coincidence
That when I indulge
My eyeballs bulge
And my pulsating body becomes conspicuous
Losing weight is a Summer tradition
To get myself in good swimsuit condition
But it seems that my fate
Is I start it too late
so instead of a loss - there's addition!
There is a potbelly in Kelly
To whom it belongs ‘Our Nelly’
She’s banned from the pantry
Works out in the gantry
Her bikini versus the deli.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Remove the joy from life
replace it with drudge
Fill a freshwater pond
with pitch-black sludge
Fish eyes bulge, gills choke
~ underwater's stroke
The trick is to buy a smaller size,
The brain tells the head, this is wise,
Don't chow down on sweets,
To look like those petites,
One sure way to shrink ...EXERCISE!
For Ms. Devonshire's Contest
She went to the beach with a blanket.
Her fat all around...could not tuck-it.
String bikini and sand
Covered less than her hand.
Her spouse hid his head in a bucket.
Revised and reposted for Andrea's Limerick Contest
She went to the beach with a blanket.
Fat all around; she would not tuck-it.
String bikini and sand
Covered less than her hand.
Her husband hid his head in a bucket.
Reposted for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ANY FUNNY POEM
Sponsored by: ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 22, 2010
Accepting the Bulge
She went to the beach with a blanket.
Fat all around; she would not tuck-it.
String bikini and sand
Covered less than her hand.
Her husband hid his head in a bucket.
1st place win in Carolyn’s Limerick Contest.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 22, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick
Experts summoned
War whoops drum on
Speculation ramps up
Excitement amps up
Convoys move out
Generals air doubts
Battle lines drawn
The conflict dawns
It does not go well at all
In the end heavy losses fall
The ground reeks of sweat
The rivers unusually wet
Even the winners groan
Misery's echo moans
Need I still divulge
Only losers win the Battle
~ of the Midriff Bulge...