Short Clyde Poems
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there once was a dog named clyde
his owner did take him to ride
on arrival I swear
they sheared all of his hair
now all that he wants, is to hide
There once was a mobster named Clyde
Called a Buick Electra his ride
Then an old man named Dom
Made a mighty pipe bomb
And Clyde died being Electrafried!
On a banana peel Clyde slipped and fell!
We pray he landed in Paradise and not in Hell!
Entry for Jesse Rowe's "A Funny Epitaph" Contest
(13 September 2018)
The elves all they’ve learned they do tell.
Don’t slip on the roof it is hell.
Clyde filled in for “him.”
All clumsy and slim.
He woke up the church and its bell.
11/17/2019
Giuliani and Clyde and Bonnie
Trump again had gathered in Giuliani,
And with him is also Clyde and Bonnie;
Some were saying,
Bullets straying,
While trying to steel much more money.
Jim Horn
The crime
doesn't pay off
mostly...
But love
not discerns
enough,
instead
loves exceeding... !
too snide
both died
Note A footle-2 lines,2 syllbles with a title-Light verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc
(technically a trochaic monometer)hence I label the form as a footle best exampled by the
famous FLEAS
Adam
had'em.
Road stop
By cop
Perceived
Car weaved
Two Beers
Cop jeers
Slurs talk
Can't walk
Clyde weaved
And heaved
Ker splat
Fell flat
Clyde drunk
As skunk
Tests muffed
Handcuffed
To jail
No bail
Transport
To court
Demand
Remand
Severe
One year
Oh dear
No beer
For eighteen months Clyde had been overseas
Spouse wrote she was having twins, if you please
Nine months for each, he counted
Jibes by pals he discounted
With the gestation time he was at ease
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Clyde O'Toole suffered a heap of bad luck
He was beaned with a wayward hockey puck
He was heard to swear
As it creased his hair
Unfortunately Clyde forgot to duck
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Limerick Fun Poetry" Contest
(PS/31 August 2020)
Won No. 3 in the contest
There was once a village tailor named Clyde
Who was known for his misfits though he tried.
He altered trousers for Mort.
Mort said, "The inseam's too short!"
My! My! Mort, how you have grown!" Clyde replied!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Talking without ablation,
Smiles hitting like sedation,
Hearts filled with adoration,
Floating down a river of admiration,
Blushing red like mars,
No love as strong as ours,
Comfort like a blanket of stars,
Soothing relief from painful scars,
Fire between two souls combine;
Being the Bonnie to His Clyde
the new employee was a walking cartoon
opening his mouth proved he was a buffoon
would have seemed wiser if he could have kept quiet
said the weirdest things, thought he was a riot
we ran from the lunchroom as soon as we spied
the exaggerator, who made up things, and always lied.
Did we ever give him a chance? Yes some of us tried.
But he was a horror, this motor-mouth, Clyde.
Bonnie and Clyde prowled the country in a V-8 Ford on a robbing and killing spree!
They met their doom on a rural road by cops concealed behind rock and tree!
Per Undertaker "Boots" Bailey, the bodies were shot so often by cops lying in wait,
That the embalming fluid kept leaking from the holes as he tried to stem the spate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Knock, knock, knock!
A lover at the door
The other adjust his clothes
The handle turns their hearts
Knock, knock, knock!
An officer at the door
An eye on the peephole
The handle breaks apart
Knock, knock, knock!
A lawyer at the door
A lover in a gaol
The other with a get out of jail free card
Knock, knock, knock!
A mother at the door
The mother eyed the Judas whore
All her necklace and bracelets she took back
Plain pink plaid cat loves her mouse, this is easy to see.
He’s purple too, his name is Clyde McVey McVee.
Clyde heard them speaking. “they are talking about me!”
Plaid cat turned her head, and said “That’s old Lee.”
Lee gave a hearty wave to his oldest friend, P.P.P.
Give me a taste sometime, he said, rude as can be.
Don’t worry Plain Pink Plaid Cat said to Clyde McVey McVee.
If anyone is going to eat you up, it will probably be me.