Short Elmwood Poems
Short Elmwood Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Elmwood by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Elmwood by length and keyword.
Wish
I made a wish for
Elmwood Airport hangers to
store official notification of
facts, and, to
store liquor with a
raw egg base.
Two-Storey House
One’s two-storey house on
Oak Street in
Elmwood
appeared after a
very rude and
unpleasant conjurer carried out a
magic trick.
Building
There’s a building in
Elmwood made of
ado; antagonism and
hostility; everything appearing accidently; and
everything spoiled because of
added in
poor quality.
Sticks
Sticks made up of
only bitterness and
resentment felt about
most things rule
Elmwood Reserve. They’re terribly great at
gymnastic feats needing
great skill, fast movement, and,
of course,
balance.
Mannequin Man
Very sadly, a cleaner in
Kerry & Peter Department
Store in
Elmwood Mall, that asleep
Mannequin Man displayed clothes in,
remembered he was half man hours after she’d stuffed him in the big incinerator bin.
The Left Eyeball
Fired and banned from decorating the
Halloween Ball in Elmwood Town Hall, the
moon-coloured cornea and
pupil and
bloodshot Left Eyeball had been for staring and
creepily weeping at leggy volunteers,
some of whom he’d brought to tears.
Compensations
Compensations for
those spat on or
were bullied: glow in
the dark expressions, grasshopper identity (for
one day only), free tickets to
the birth of bees at
The Big Bee Hive tourist attraction in
Elmwood, and
become an
Activity Manager of the
low-lying clouds.
The Right Eyeball
Peeping through a hole in the wall,
a hole in the female bathroom wall,
instead of decorating the Halloween Ball
in the Elmwood Town Hall, got The Right Eyeball fired, and too banned from the Halloween Ball.
Too, he was fined. So, he went to Elmwood Mall.
In the food court, he was too broke to eat. All
he could do was bawl!
Witchy Gives Birth
The following Halloween Witchy gave
birth to a handsome Magic Picture Frame. She
was so so angry she missed the Grave
Halloween Party in Hiss; she
spent the whole night locked in (no one
came!) the Elmwood Hospital room One
where she had to choose a name
that the Jovian doctor, the father, the Knave,
didn’t think was lame.
Broomstick Beryl
On Halloween night she was
in a very sour mood because
she had to pick up rubbish,
pick up lots of rubbish.
She had to pick (five bags per
hour) up rubbish from the grass glossing
of Elmwood Botanic Park for doing 110 km per hour through a children’s crossing.
As she angrily sorted rubbish green and blue,
her spindly sweat-stained stomach (way too bamboo-lean) roared for candy too,
and for cinnamon mummy biscuits too.