Short Disinfectant Poems

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


A Beseeching Moment

It's time for a dose of disinfectant
Cleaning both house and home as expectant
Someone get the bleach
I plead and beseech
But not in the arm as an injectant
Form: Limerick


Lysol Calling

The whole world is laughing at Trump
Whose thoughts seem to come from his rump
Disinfectant swill
Gave the world a chill
But clearly proved Trump is a chump!
Form: Limerick

Whos Gonna Arrest Andrew

and when?
My view of royalty
America next
3 words
inject and disinfectant
the ultimate reject
Missed Russia at Olympics
hope they miss me
Dont you get it yet
Stop me God
nope didn't think so
Devil come on up
but bring the crown
Universe stop me from this
breath
your luck i believe your here
A man with nothing but fear
never gonna be human
until i die

a soul less killer dies

he didn’t blink
when the light caught his face—
just stared like a dog too long in the rain.

no prayers,
no cries,
no family on the concrete bench.

he killed for sport,
like swatting flies—
and still the world made room for him.

the guards were tired,
the chaplain bored.
death smelled like disinfectant and steel.

he coughed once.
then again.
then silence.

nobody wept—
not even the devil.

Premium Member The Driver His Dog and Dodge

Driver drove down dark dewy dirt road,
Despite the deer crossing sign displayed.
Drowning donuts in coffee,driving deliriously. 

Dog Daisy, in the rear is demanding dog food.
Driver doesn't decide to give into demands.
Drool dropped on the back seat, disinfectant was,
desired on designer dodge seat, a real disaster.
Disappointment, dismay and disapproval loomed
on the remainder of the dreary despicable trip.










12-10-2020
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.


To a Germ-Spreading Hand Shaker

Why those clammy hands of lasting grief
For an owner of a handkerchief? 
Then, you are a forgetful kind,
Who few things keep in mind.

A full right I have to know
Or fully annoyed I shall grow
The last careless contact by your hand
Now, about to unleash microbial harm.

Why not often The Disinfectant 
By you thought rather exorbitant?
A clogged left nostril you’re picking
And my fingers I’d be licking
After your palms against mine sticking 
And in the end a time bomb ticking?
Form: Rhyme

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