Short Crocs Poems

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


Ted Fed the Crocs

There once was a man named Ted,
That wished to see the crocs fed.
They lined on the shore,
Appetites galore-
Too late to feed ducks, instead!
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Crocs Will Be Crocs

Whatta croc these crocs are, surely quite nasty Tried making friends but took chunks from my chassis Well that wasn't nice Surely didn't entice Roared loudly, showing eighty-nine teeth quite flashy
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member crocs have comandered Deck on Moonlight Bay

the crocs are lined up on moonlight bay
drinking hot toddies, what else can I say?
they have their beach chairs lined up in a row
the ducks are excited, and morbidly so

the crocs are no longer satisfied with the water
they have commandeered the deck said my daughter
the tourists are fleeing, terrified by this sight.
I know because I saw it for myself last night.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Crocs-Or

Crocs, they are my most comfortable shoes
They are a lifesaver for my sore feet
Socks and slippers on at home, I refuse
Grays or colors, fashion that can't be beat
Walk in them all day or rest for a snooze
Stay comfortable in the cold and heat
Heard a rumor they may stop making them
Absurd, sore feet would be a huge problem

6/16/19

Contest: Rima Ottava

Sponsor: Charles Messina

My trauma wears Crocs

My Trauma Wears Crocs

My trauma wears Crocs—
bright yellow, with stickers peeling off.
It doesn’t care how serious you want life to look.
It clomps into therapy,
kicks its feet,
asks if there’s snacks.

It’s loud at the wrong time,
laughs when I’m crying,
sits beside me on the floor and says,
“We’re not going anywhere, are we?”

I thought healing would wear silk.
Turns out, it just wants comfort.

-whenthesunsets
Muhonja n
#w


Socks and Crocs

I keep them by the door… The old red crocs
From a friend who had a sale at his store… Leftover crocs
At the front and the back and a pair at my daughter’s house… Dirty red crocs
I only use them to let the dogs out… The old red crocs

For inside, I have to keep my feet warm….Fuzzy Socks
Get them every Christmas….many colored Fuzzy Socks
In the winter when my feet get cold….Fluffy, puffy, Fuzzy Socks
In summer too, because I’m getting old.…Always wear my Fuzzy Socks
fun

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