Short Crumpet Poems

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


Mr Crumpet

Mr Crumpet

Oh so sad for Mr Crumpet,
Had a mishap whilst playing his Trumpet.
He forgot, but he should know,
Not to suck but only blow.
No longer does Crumpet played Trumpet.
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


There Was An Old Man of the Coast

There was an old man of the Coast

There was an old man of the Coast
Like Crumpet at Breakfast, not Toast
With a croissant and Jam
Two eggs and fried Ham
A Hearty meal for that man of the Coast
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

The Bakers Brekky

The bakers brekky, was quite the tasty meal.
Eggs, crumpets, and tea plus butter was ideal.
Porridge when it’s brisky,
Cider quaffed so frisky,
Likes his crumpet crispy; brekky glut with zeal.
(And his gut he surely feeled.)
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Trumpet In Paradise

My light trumpet under my nose
I always carry with me close
My garden I play for today
My trumpet stays with me all day

Garden I sing with my trumpet
Eden I swing like a crumpet
Sun shines over my paradise
Roses chant horn of Edelweiss

My paradise with sun I play
Zion's horn I blow no delay
To heavens I offer my plea
Angels in paradise I see
Form: Rubaiyat

Briefly

crumpet
bit of fluff
don't put me
into that category

the way you blinked
today made
me realize
that you
are far
too
beautiful
to look at
when the sun
is whispering and
shining through the 
curtain and stucco wall

your jugular bulges in the
circaidian
metronome
anticipatory
appreciable way

we look at the
moment
 and love each other
for today
if only
that


Resistance Is Required

We’ve painted your smile disarming
Your glassy marbles alarming
Ignored your feeble warning, your face blue
We made our very own papier-mache Prince Charming

In what false light you’ve been hung
Your dreams must in harmony be sung
No solos for your tenor voice, honey 
We force your hand on the top rung

From wuthering heights we trumpet
On your trust we rudely strumpet
Don’t resist sweet crumpet, we know best for you
Into infamy now you gladly plummet
Form: Rhyme

Is There Such a Thing As Too Many Crumpets Just a Bit of Fun

1 crumpet. 2crumpet 3crumpet, 4
You no you shouldn't eat, a single crumpet more
Then there's crumpets 5, 6 then your at 7 crumpets more 
Soon the 8th crumpet is also onboard 
Apparently the 9th crumpet didn't appear although the truth about that is a little unclear, 
By the 10th crumpet you realise that you've got a 10 crumpet problem,
But it's ok the secrets safe, because only the toaster truly knows, 
And he's been warned, to keep quiet or out comes the plug and off he goes!
© Sarah Cope  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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