Short Crook Poems
Short Crook Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crook by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crook by length and keyword.
In spite of my charms and amazing good looks
Must be honest, I'm also a bit of a crook
Stealing ladies' hearts
Just for a lark
Then run away chuckling at the liberties I took
In spite of my charms and amazing good looks
Must be honest, I'm also a bit of a crook
I'll steal ladies' hearts
Just for a lark
Then run away chuckling at the liberties I took
In spite of my charms and amazing good looks
Must be honest, I'm also a bit of a crook
I'll steal ladies' hearts
Just for a lark
Then run away chuckling at the liberties I took
In spite of my charms and stupendous good looks
Must be honest, I'm also a bit of a crook
I'll steal ladies' hearts
Just for a lark
Then run away chuckling at the liberties I took
In spite of my charms and amazing good looks
Must be honest, I'm also a bit of a crook
I'll steal ladies' hearts
Just for a lark
Then run away chuckling at the liberties I took
© Jack Ellison 2015
I cook a rice, so I am a cook.
I need a cooker, so I can cook.
I didn't learn to cook from a book.
I only learnt, not to feed a crook.
I paddled on brook, there was a croc.
I wasn't to look, only to hear them talk.
Purple Couch
16 Nov 2016
12:09 PM
There was a crook man once upon a time
Who made a living by committing crime
Each day something would he steal
Life was nothing but a thrill
Untill was imprisoned at his prime!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
03 August 2016
10-10-7-7-10
Could Be a Crook
Last time I did look
Could Hillary be a crook
Being guilty never did prove
You my friend better behoove
She badly had been mistook.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and American Born
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I'm tired of pretending
I'm perfect inside
When really I'm a monster
With secrets to hide.
I band-aid my emotions.
I filter the way I look
I expect to feel authentic
When really I'm a crook.
I'm tired of pretending
I'm ready to break free
I don't want to be a monster
I just want to be me.
After a momentary look
And a longer one I took
At the size of her ordered wood,
While I, still stood,
I surrounded that our cook
Is some sure crook,
Her motives a completely readable book,
Her inner spirit reached with my hook…
And in her spirit saw I not a spook
But upon what I stumbled thrice shook:
I’d swear at a shrine A crook of a cook.
CAPTAIN CROOK
The telescope-kid eyed old Captain Crook.
Underneath the waves, tic toc croc, a-shook.
His sword unsheathed, Peter Pan...
A roar of seas hits the fan...
The croc did bequeath him a hapless Hook.
7/1/2019
Tania Kitchin’s Humorous Limerick Contest
hits the fan - to have a dramatic, usually negative effect
Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...
Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At Alpha Grades hungry look!
It’s half past midnight and there is again an existing creep
Visually obscured but couldn’t get a sleep
Frightfully terrified trying horribly to get a peep
Scared of looking even but have to breathe deep
The dogs all over began to woof
Jittered nervously could hardly even move
Suddenly cringed but have to have a proof
At last, of all people it was her all along, the crooked goof
A land without a single crook,
Because criminals they don't brook:
They'd out fish them with a hook
Relying in their roguish look...
A District without a Half Crook
Battered eyes to one make a spook
And as unpleasant as damned gooks...
The criminal, without fail, cooks
First claiming that he lives took
Then, high time petty that you forsook
No one has got wings of rook
Nor in Vengeful World saved by Book.
Jimmy Garoppolo Gone
(No more replacement
for Brady.)
Pain and suffering are always abounding;
Body beating does take that is resounding
Head being hit;
Down must sit;
No wonder during games heart is pounding.
Jim Horn
Over 10 again.
Up some more schemes Trump must cook,
That I have read about in my Hillary book;
Naughty names invented,
And should be prevented;
He constantly has been calling her a crook.
Sound familiar.
The man they had remembered:
Was the smart guy dismembered:
The chap they'd shown Exit Door;
Saved not A - Shall Be - Washed Ashore...
Quiet but tricky Gordon,
A lot irked by his burden,
Thus choosing The Damned Short Road,
So as to self save gross load:
With Satan's ready assistance
Won't have to go the distance...
So, they had said to him shame;
Now, they want to him reclaim
Case of Benefit of doubt;
He would not again rules flout.
Crook!
She stole my guidebook,
my pink Ray-Bans, my outlook
— it’s grim. The schnook
snatched my Diamonte fountain pen. She took
my attaché case filled with cash. Forsook
my manners — she’s in my grip. A sirloin meat hook
indubitably-yes or to pressure-cook.
I turned her upside-down and shook
A nearby copper brings us in after he has a look.
The judge closed the book
on me. Called me a crook…
that schnook!
8/5/2019
Captain Cook he had a chook
But eggs it wouldn't lay,
So he ate the chook and now he's crook,
He cockle-doodle-doos all day.
Captain Cook he had a horse
But the horse it wouldn't run,
So he ate the horse as a main course,
Now he neighs in the noon day sun.
Captain Cook he had a cat
But the cat it wouldn't meow,
So he ate the cat, now he's so fat,
His belly-button just went pow!
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I met a man in pink,
Who chose to freely think
That those who often drink
Are bound to sadly sink:
“No braving it to a brink;
With no sure shores a link!”
But while just this saying
Made with his glass a clink
And for a day graying
Did not quite snatch the wink
I’d espied in his look
But still stung then The Crook:
The Detective in me
My nose sure of odd Tea …
“Heh! Together we sink
For together we drink …
Both of us in a boat
You just in Liar’s Coat.