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Short Bungling Poems

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


Premium Member Without Words
Atlanta's Oliver Hardy
so pretentious and somewhat lardy,
had a sidekick,bungling,but thin
both silently,still bring a grin


Tribute to Laurel & Hardy-who proved  humour needs no words and does not date...

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Categories: bungling, funny, people
Form: Clerihew



Bungling Bankers and Brutal Bakers
Bungling Bankers and Brutal Bakers

There are those who were muck rakers,
As well as liars, losers and breath takers;
Improperly invested,
And poorly digested;
Been bungling bankers and brutal bakers.

Jim Horn...

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Categories: bungling, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Lessons Learned
The wise learns lessons
from the art, wisdom
and stupidity 
of others,


but learns so much more
from the shame and pain
of his very own 
blunders,


that is, if from his lapses,
errors and bungling,
he bounces back
and recovers....

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Categories: bungling, people
Form: Didactic
Hard Lessons
.

The wise 
learns lessons 
from the art, wisdom,
and even stupidity of others,


But learns 
so much more 
from the shame and pain
of his own humiliating blunders,


That is, 
if from his errors 
and bungling, he survives, 
bounces back and recovers!

....

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Categories: bungling, philosophy
Form: Tail-rhyme
Premium Member Infernal News
Here’s a flash of infernal news
that will no condemned soul amuse.
Tortures long in practice but antiquated
have now all been newly updated.
The mastermind and torturer? Who else
but the master Dante Alighieri himself
and who well beyond a bungling apprentice
proved he was the master of his practice....

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Categories: bungling, dark, humor,
Form: Light Verse



Premium Member Ones Own Drive
You are adept at burrowing and slithering. Fight your way through the mud, bungling, and spilling. Plunged into the insides of the rind and outer casing. The further you lead, beyond troublesome it is becoming. Thinking over this is compulsatory rehearsing. Assumptions might be thwarted by the finding.
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© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bungling, appreciation, character, encouraging, endurance, inspirational,
Form: Monorhyme
Doubting Faith
there's no denying it truly is
awkward, bungling, flawed;

but, in unguarded moments, 
touching as a reluctant hug;

scatters the clouds of worry,
shame and regret that blur

our vision, that make us jaded,
suspicious, bored and tired;

calms down the nervousness,
tempers the anger  that dwells

within the soul of us all in this
scarred, now wounded, world....

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Categories: bungling, hope, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Who Knows Them All
I finally stopped belittling myself for not knowing them all.
Because who does? 
I mean, really, WHO?
Maybe my mother.
No one else in my family.
There are 600,000 of them in the English language.
Homophones like ate and eight.
Adjectives like gurgling and bungling.
Adverbs like actively and mactively
Okay I made up mactively
So I guess that makes six hundred thousand and one....

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Categories: bungling, word play, words,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Toilet Humour
Russians are clumsy, a fact that's well known 
Mistook a lone beach for the battle zone
Odessa was out of reach
So hit a loo on the beach
I hope there was no one sat on the throne... 


Written on 22 May 2022



The bungling Russian navy fired a $5 million dollar misslle at Odessa claiming to hit a military target, it hit a target of high value alright , a toilet on a deserted beach....

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Categories: bungling, humor,
Form: Limerick
Creature of Habit

I did not find you,
I tumbled into a gold mine,
Banging and bungling against rocks,
Reaching the ground all bruised and battered.

You are 132 in one,
I can make it without you,
Needing no other to make me,
See that time, that passion, that pain,
That laughter has made me Creature of habit.

You turn years to days,
Tattoo my wishful wounds,
From that need to be loved,
I found each different one in you,
And you make me creature of habit.
...

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Categories: bungling, love,
Form: Ballad

Book: Shattered Sighs