Short Funnyold Poems

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Bog

There was an old man who lived in a bog
And he owned a hog
Each time the hog farted
The old man darted
right out of the back door.
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Heaven Sent

There was once an old girl called Flo
On her death asked to go below.
See, she had this trick,
To try to convert old Nick,
But he told her where to go!
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Form: Limerick

The Prude Mooed

There once was an old cow in her stall
She was looked at by one and all
       She was ugly and fat 
        That crazy old bat
I'm talking bout' my mother-in-law
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
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Form: Limerick

Premium Member Makeshift Repair

Newspaper lining
Old soul's old soles had worn holes
Temporary fix


*Interpretation of Raul's "Still Life" photo.  To me the lining of the shoes looked like old newspaper.
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Form: Senryu

What I Like

Don’t you know I like things sweet?
Sewage water and pickled feet
Noses that run like Kenyan jocks
And year old milk that’s kept in socks
Don’t you know I like things wild?
Little old ladies with crocodiles
Butterflies and taser guns 
Grizzly bears that have the runs
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Form: Rhyme


Outside, Looking In

(can be spoken or sung in rhythm)

Unrequited is the game
not meant to be is my name
round n' round is how it goes
where it stops i think i know
even though i hope i'm wrong
i just can't stop the same old song
on the outside looking in
plus i'm drinking the same old gin
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Form: Rhyme

Large Breasts

When it came to chesty women, I was obsessed.
I wanted a woman who had large breasts.
Now I'm 75 years old and I have something to confess.
I am an old man and I've grown large breasts.
These aren't the kind of boobs that people want to caress.
I put on a 38D bra when I get dressed.
People stare at these big hooters that I've grown.
I no longer need a busty lady because I have big breasts of my own.

(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
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Form: Rhyme

Santa In Florida

Santa in Florida

By Elton Camp

In Florida, Christmas ain’t so grand
Santa’s sleigh won’t slide on sand
And not many children there stay
Most of the folks are old and gray

Santa’s thick, red suit will be right
To keep away the mosquito bite
Children have to leave him a Coke
On its foul water, he would choke

In land that’s so flat and swampy
The old elf just has to feel grumpy
After Florida, Santa’s not seen later
He got swallowed by an alligator
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.
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Form: Rhyme

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