Short Dick Poems
Short Dick Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dick by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dick by length and keyword.
Penelope could touch her toes
And quickly would assume that pose
But everyone knows
It isn't her toes
That beckons to so many beaux!
There once was a dentist named Dick
He inflicted pain with a kick
A patient named Fred
Was soon seeing red,
So he jumped down and ran out quick.
In England it has achieved fame.
Dried currants dot this steamed pudding.
“Spotted Dick” is this dessert’s name.
So few Yanks have heard of this thing.
Limber Dick knew a neat little trick
He would tie his long nose to his dick
But when he did sneeze
Created a breeze
Then his nose to his dick wouldn't stick
.
landloper
cigarette twista
wine lippa
(hic'cup)
on the way up
:}
Sophisticated, debonair, dashin'
Epitome of ultra-cool passion
They called him Tricky Dick
Thought himself mighty slick
Slipped on her runway ~ came to... spent, ashen
Dick and Jane phenomenon
Baby Sally - See Spot Run!
Think-and-Do Book leads the way
We Look and See
We Come and Go
We Work and Play
Until Dr. Seuss's smash-hit breakaway...
There once was a lad named Dick
He was tremendously thin like a stick
Fell through a crack
And never came back
Probably met up with some thin chick
© Jack Ellison 2015
When they said Nixon's name, my wife would mew
"Please don't vote for him in '72." ---
I said, "Think what we'd miss."
Before telling her this ---
"Why switch Dicks in the middle of a screw?"
If I were a boy I’d wear mini skirts
I wouldn’t be manly for what it’s worth
I love girly things
Like ribbons and rings -
I’d be a sexy transvestite who flirts!
3/25/12
For Frank's "If I were a boy" contest
A private dick refers to a private investigator
Suggestive if your mind's a status quo violator
Quite innocent most times
Though suggestive I find
But straight as an arrow since my years in jail
There was a hurting fellow named Dick
He had a rather pointy small prick
He rubbed it all day
without much delay
pulling it out it looked like a stick
For Jan's limerick contest. Now I will go read the directions.
Tom Dick and Harry were brought fishing by Grandpa Pete.
he argued they would starve at home, with nothing to eat.
they’ll get into the fish and gobble them up said aunt Mary.
prediction totally spot on, knowing Tom, Dick and Harry.
Jane says that
Old Dick is dead
Along with painting
And the guitar
That technology
Has replaced them
And put them in storage,
IN museums and on digital tapes
But that when
The technology is down
She prays
That Old Dick
Will show up
My uncle is married to Brandie -
A nympho who’s frequently randy
If she’s in the mood
He’s no chance of food -
Their dining table comes in handy!
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08/29/20
While out walking late last night
wondered who it was I saw
slinking by your bedroom window
lurking 'round your back door
when I shouted 'Who goes there?”
they ran like hell didn't tarry
those I'd seen could well have been any
peeping Tom Dick and Harry
A peasant on the land,
A king on the sea,
He sits in command,
And everyone will agree,
He has something planned,
For everyone, whatever it may be.
Not a king with a throne,
But a king of bone,
A man with an obsession,
Some say possession,
But a king of bone, nonetheless.
Dick and Jane go to college
to learn how to read and to write
'Cos they didn't in high school
where they studied, on You-Tube, the rights
of violent protestors, sexual predators, 'n gender-bathroom rules
~ not to mention supporting 'Healthy Hemp' businesses too
Deep state man
The butcher of Iraq
War monger VP
At 84 is now gone.
But the world he made
His profit on
Bombed and broken
All divided still
Remains.
One down, millions to go,
The great swamp drains.
One by one
In steps and stages
The rotting flesh
Of its corruption
Exposed
Until only bones
Remain.
(11/4/25)
Dick and his cat
I was in the deep depth of youth
sitting in a library struggling through
Dick Whittington and his cat.
Looked the fable up on Wikipedia
and was disappointed,
Dick and his cat were different
from my recollection
I had the cat and Dick walking
to London
In my fantasy world, the story was
much richer, so I will stick
to my version
I laid down my long schlong
On a table full of kong dongs
The judges had short tongs
To flip the dongs flop
the men and women on song
You wouldn't guess who won?
God, Tom, John, Cock?
No, you are so wrong
It was not my long schlong
Or Johns God throbbing Cock
It was Moscow and Washington
Two Absolute blue whale dongs
Throbbing all the way to the third war
Who dares rouse Leviathan,
the Giant beneath the heaving deeps?
This world now teams with Ahabs
whose heaping anger never sleeps.
Each one wants to hook its jaw
and each to press its tongue;
to try its rich and fragrant oil
and see it bound and beached and dumb.
Poor soul captains on fragile ships
vainly sharpening the barbless spear.
The Whale scoffs beneath the waves,
rising to teach all wisdom through fear.
Soon the Brute will breach and blow
and send each Pequod down below.