Short Dropout Poems
Short Dropout Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dropout by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dropout by length and keyword.
There was a grade-school dropout named Truperter
Whose neighbors in his town said couldn’t be stupidter.
He said the earth was flat,
Dinosaurs were due back.
And he swore Donald Trump has a condo on Jupiter.
Dear life I hate you so much
Eagerly my family waited for my birth
As soon as they knew that I was girl baby they crused me till they were pink.
Time moved and they made me a school dropout as they felt it was no use of educating a female.
Happily I'm departing this world as I don't want to be a burden to my parents.
Stepping upon yonder SCALE
A weight,230,it means that I did FAIL
Hunger horrors as one gets OLD
acid indigestion..from the Doritos or so i'm TOLD
Beauty school dropout(I had never PASSED)
Fading studly looks(knowing early it could never LAST)
As we get older,our demeanor becomes mostly CRAB
becoming mortals and facing expanding FLAB
Form:
At school played silly truancy,
Back came with hateful pregnancy!
She’d just intended The Irksome.
For being by custom troublesome’….
But it was all too venturesome,
Beauty giving a son handsome
Plus one more prize – The Sad Gift:
From school Owner did her lift;
From the rest permanent shift,
Official reason: ‘Spend thrift’…
Never again be present,
As he would her sight resent.
The young woman peered into the room
She saw a large legless blind man
Uncovered and naked on the bed
The nurse nudged the woman forward
And warned her not to dawdle
The nurse declared that the man needed a sponge bath
Had the disease of diabetes
Had not taken care of himself
So we have to – take care of him, that is
After a final push, the nurse cautioned the woman
Dear, be careful around his thingy
I do not need this man getting excited
chatterbox monkey wrench
can't fix a thing
rusty lunchbox champion
never had any zing
mini munchkin dropout
only good for a fling
rabbithole ratfink
listen to how you sing
i remember a time when sunshine
was a hit in the center of sound
i treasure the innermost rhythms
and broke down in my mind each mound
now it is all goose dropping fodder
being duplicated by the pound
what once was an oatmeal raisin cookie smile
is now a kid with broccoli on a fork frown