Short Dee Poems
Short Dee Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dee by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dee by length and keyword.
Hey fiddledy dee
A sailor’s life for me
Hey fiddledy aye
We sail at break of day
Hey fiddledy dum
Our trip is all done
Sho' ain't no riddle
There’s no time to twiddle
So just for a diddle
May I play and piddle
And then perhaps fiddle
Around with your middle?
A piddling, trifling cha cha cha
Danced her petootsie off, rah rah rah
Wiggling, jiggling and a ha ha ha
We wanted to join them lah dee dah
She was having a fall-dee-rah day.
None of her comrades could come out to play.
Exceedingly smart,
Created some art,
Entertaining her indulgent fun ways!
Balancing his largeness on a ball
His wideness rampant, his legs not tall
Making us smile with his balancing act.
He’s like tweedly dee, and that’s a fact.
There once was a lady from London
Whose blouse inadvertently came undone
Out popped this guy
With two dark brown eyes
And a jolly jiggle, dum-dee-um-dum
With a whoop dee doo and a whip dee day
I saved my sweet bunny from an owl today
The predator left angry, I said “shoo! Go away!”
The butterflies followed, for they love to play.
Pee Dee Pee Dee
Clip Clip Clip Clip
Whee Whee Whee
Sweetie Sweetie
Clah Clah
Eeep Eeep Eeep
Clah Clah
Whee Whee Whee
Pee Dee Pee Dee
Whee Whee Whee
Birdspeak in the morning
There once was a lady from London
Whose blouse inadvertently came undone
Out popped this guy
With two dark brown eyes
And a jolly jiggle, dum-dee-um-dum
© Jack Ellison 2015
Dee wore a teeny weeny bikini
All guys on the beach whistled her keenly
She caused hullabaloo
As it was a see-through
And green-eyed gals swore at Dee obscenely.
Dancing delicate dragonfly faerie named Dee
Flitted in and out of a diamond-shaped tree
We elves watched her fly off as far as we could see.
She was a darling dainty dragonfly faerie, little Dee.
I want to be out between
Past the passing
virtually unreal
Take me as i is
Whereas is where as whereat isn't
squeeze the ease until is queasy
Sent a letter a to the lone
just like me
There is no one home
Tweedle-dum and twiddle-dee-dee!
Fiddle-faddle and fiddle-dee-dee!
Now who can make sense of that silly verse?
Now that I think on it, I've written much vurse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
“No Man Is An Island”
but that was before smart phones
To text and to tweet
technology’s drones
With ear buds in place
these Stepford’s march on
Virtually connecting
— to what’s already gone
(University of Pennsylvania: June, 2025)
Kayla Dee
Sat on my knee
Reading her favorite book.
A man and a dog
Sat on a log
Floating away down a brook.
She asked me again
How does it end?
So we jump to that page for a look.
The pages between
Have never been seen
But it still is her favorite book.
Mr. Dee, the down and out, downcast, downhearted cat
broody, moody, gloomy and in no way fat
dejected, rejected, chased off by some
oppressed, depressed, droopy and rather glum
could not trust people after he was thrown away
buoying him up now is my brilliant cat-loving Aunt Fay.
Dee Daffodil Donna
Found fabulous Flora and Fauna
Floating in a sizzling sauna
What are you doing? She said
Their eyes were closed, their faces were red
They were as relaxed as if they were in bed
Neither answered her at all
They were asleep, dozing through her call
Finally relaxed, after all.
erratic affairs muddle mindsets
confront life with unlike aspects
can’t let the wiseacre tell a lie
I cried the day the music died
fractals repeat their eternal patterns
like fairy tales forever and after
chanciness of life unravels
alter egos by-gone in travels
early on pace your time deftly
and scrawl your own bio wisely
Heavenly beavenly geavenly chee.
Going to dance with my one broken knee.
Rhyming is fun today when under this tree.
You can fiddle stick, and I will fiddle dee.
Here are warm cookies. How do you take tea?
I’ll fast twirl now, getting away with some glee.
Will you run off to Saturn on Sunday with me?
Or will you insist on taking yourself seriously?
Mary Dee had a mad conviction
That she’d always have a weird affliction.
Six doctors said she would likely beat it,
Encyclopedia worries though promptly heat it.
She kept a perpetual sore throat for her entire life.
Remaining a perpetual mean and unhappy wife.
Mary Dee, determined to be sick and sad.
Sorriest aunt I ever had, mean sister to my dad.
Her ears point forward to a sound she hears.
A sound beyond a pitch to my ears.
Her legs now crouch to attend the fears
Of the twitching nose that scours the airs.
She runs like a bullet shot from a gun.
I'm following behind on the run.
She corners and traps her small bale,
While I stoop and lift it by the tail.
Don't worry. I set it free.
Dee was the kind of a bunny who wanted romantic love.
Her gentleman caller was sent from somewhere way up above.
Lee was polite, smart, dapper, and he brought carrots so sweet.
His polite manners, and daily kindnesses were a welcome treat.
She felt horrible when he told her that he was moving to Kalamazoo.
Until he said “Of course, you are coming, for I am marrying you.”
All you classy ladies of Poetry Soup
You're a real delicacy without a doubt
To the very last one, you are the cat's meow
The bee's knees... the cat's pyjamas!
By any chance, am I dating myself
So all you smarty pants dudes
What is today's version of these delightful phrases
To me you guys are all simply DEE-LICIOUS!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Moon had a huge crush on Dee, a beautiful girl
She was his idea of the perfect cosmo bride
He visited her nightly, his gases all a’twirl
When she opened her eyes, he would quickly hide
The girl felt an enormous kinship with the moon
Into her dream’s moon’s appreciation would glide
His respect turned into a gorgeous melodic croon
In moonlight, both of them felt joyful, and satisfied.
What kind of pizza do you want?
I don’t want Dominos or Jacks or Pizza Hut.
My favorite pizza is vintage Chef-boy-Ar-dee
We used to fry up hamburger and make this greasy delight
It was so smeary red greasy, it fell apart in our hand
We had to use a fork, and the crust was delightful.
Making it from a box, seemed like making it from scratch.
I loved it so much, I dream of it sometimes.