Short Competitors Poems
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Trump and Rod
Trump and many others have trod
While they were in search of a rod
So with competitors could be beating
Instead of it being self-defeating
Prefers women who clothes off shod.
Jim Horn
Recently, I ran in a race.
I’m glad to say I came in second place.
The other guy came in next to last.
I thought I was running just as fast
The truth is, there were only two competitors in the race.
Trump A Competitor Predator
Trump thinks his worst competitors
Are news reporters as well as editors
Media who will run around in masses
By believe latest person who passes
Actions are typical of people predators.
At my door are some trick-or-treat visitors
Dear Lord, they are campaign solicitors
The most hideous political competitors
*Written October 29, 2018
Contest: Three Lines - Writing Challenge - October 2018 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
I know that you are ready,
I know that you can win,
THe other kids cannot belive,
What awesome shape you're in,
Our training has been difficult,
But you have met the test,
You maybe just a rookie,
But you're out to beat the best,
Competitors are slowing now,
And many are conceding,
It's time they crowned the latest queen,
Of JV cheerleading!
Down South In Water Did Wade
While down south in water would wade,
After on sandy beach played and played;
Some tea drank;
On hammock sank;
Looked up at cloudless sky when we laid.
Jim Horn
Seems like all days in a south summer
are lazy ones.
Do I have any competitors that about
southern life enraptures along with
all of the alligators.
Ollie, born 1997, plays for Chester football club,
Having made his way through Chester juniors;
The club were delighted and chuffed for Ollie,
To be going to Rio as one of the competitors.
As the youngest person to play for England,
Ollie added much to the CP World Champs,
In 2015 at St Georges Park, practice ground,
Because after this he was chosen with clamps.
What a way to bless me..!!
With all goodwill of thee.
Methinks thou are my Lord,
Of generations that chord.
On this auspicious day I,
Implore thee to let me vie.
With the competitors many,
Cunning, crafty and felony.
May you be my guide and,
I'm relieved and withstand.
The form of divinity true,
Thou are my Lord in to-to.
In distant places we dwell,
But the kinship rocks well..!
There was bowling
Competition this early morn
All eight lanes were
In use, competitors worn
The games were tied
The competition tense
One lane after another
Were the pins all hit
Occasionally there would be a break
When the racker slacked at his job
Then all pins would be hit
Really, really hard
Rocky being terrified by all the noise
Jumps into my lap wanting peace restored
No way can he understand
There are some things only God can control
Form:
At the pool hall, the bathroom was closed.
Pipes were punctured, the plumber supposed;
But some pro had to go,
Thinking no one would know
If his flow didn’t have him exposed.
So he piddled but there were some clues,
For some drops hit competitors’ shoes.
Soon a sign on the wall
Was a warning to all –
Players, please mind your pees and your cues!
Written February 28, 2021 for the Two Limericks Contest
of Tania Kitchin. Syllable count self-checked.
I’m watching the Australian Open;
The players are battling heat.
With temps running high,
No one needs to ask why
Many athletes just wilt in defeat.
Yet outside my well-heated apartment,
It’s way below freezing this week.
To venture out there
Every item I wear
Has been chosen for weather this bleak.
I’d rather be colder than warmer,
Though I don’t like either extreme;
But in Melbourne, I’d bet,
While competitors sweat,
They must also be losing some steam.