Short Full Of Himself Poems
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HIS and HERS - limericks
HERS
SWEET MOLLY SHE SET OUT THE BAIT
ORDERED A DRINK FOR THE WAIT
LIFTED HER SKIRT
FANNED SCENTED FLIRT
WHILE WATCHING THEIR EGOS INFLATE
HIS
Young Buster was full of himself
a bruiser devoid of all stealth
he measured his worth
by its length and its girth
had it bronzed and put on a shelf
John G. Lawless
7/17/2015
Rudolph's name is really Adolf
But was coined for he was thought rude
Assumed to be full of himself
As leader of the reindeer brood
His red nose stayed up in the air
That part of the story is right
But he only kept it that way
To see around the blinding light
About that "rude olf" moniker
He would always spread the word
To please only call him Adolf
Ironically that was preferred!
A ten-foot-high sunflower man
with a gold-capped tooth in his mouth but
there ain't no plan
yet he wears the same old knotty
dreadlocks again and again
While walking himself through
Black Folk's yard in that bebop-style
no doubt along the avenue road
while smoking some of that sweet sweet Gunga
Yet, him so full of himself
rasta man young rapper
you rapscallion, did you bring the juice
He makes me laugh when I’m about to cry.
He is very different than I am; but that’s what makes him, him.
He makes no sense to me sometimes.
He admits that he’s full of himself.
He doesn’t know how much I care about him.
He calls me his angel.
He also lives in New Mexico.
He has never seen me face to face.
He has seen me in pictures, and said I’m beautiful.
He is indescribable.
He is my best friend.
He is my Mexican Jerky.
I love him.
He's called a Pistashe
Now isn't that a odd sounding name for a tree?
A more likely name would be Dashing
With his bold personality
He's not meek, or discreet
He has a daring streak!
He steals the limelight
From every other tree in sight!
It's not very humble, with all his pride
Standing out from the other's on our mountainside
But I must admit, he outshines the maple
He outshines the ash
With his bright, bold, red leaves
He's quite right to be rash....he's the Pistashe!