Short Gas Poems
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Accidents are facts of life,sadly
but were you not to steward me ?
Inspired by Raul's contest photo and Gen 1:28-30
Are exacerbated
and exasperated related
I’m not really sure ~
though they always leave me deflated
A gassy stomach isn't funny
If you fart it comes out runny
Your pants are full of liquid gas
That wouldn't stay in your a--
lube yourself up car
young one searches frantically
cannot find gas tank
oil tell him says my man
it is behind license plate
There once was a wealthy tycoon
Who loved piloting his balloon
In Albuquerque
He rammed a turkey
And landed a wee bit too soon
we were had a goal
on the road
it was getting low
gas you know
the car will not go
it was a long task
and we
NEEDED SOME GAS
We drove crime and it made us mean
But now we appear more serene
Without exposure
Global composure
Improved with lead free gasoline
Oil from Venezuelan leader, Maduro?
No, thanks, he starved his people, not a hero!
3 -11-2022
My eco car runs on natural gas
Naught to sixty, what a blast
It runs like a dream
Refueled by baked beans
All free from a humans ass
Laughing hard can cause involuntary bursts of gas...toot!
---------------10.11.2016
Funny One Liner: Silent One Contest
Crikey! Its already Friday!
So its fish & pumpkin pie day
And they go together
Like Hurricane weather
School Kids call it Breathe & Die day
A poet’s fart is seldom heard
But dealt and smelt from just a word
They will make you cry
As they whistle by
So let them fly just like a bird
we were all
againts the wall
no place to go
sitting on the floor
it was a no show
as the hard rain pass
it was aheavenly task
MY SHELTER
WAS A GAS
I once had a dog named Carter
Who was a hell of a farter
I stuck a plug up his butt
To stop the farting mutt
But Carter just pushed 'em out harder!
A young man in overalls
remarked to me:
"How 'bout them Redskins?"
I couldn't think of anything
worthwhile to say, so
I refrained from speaking.
Our Jenny passed gas on the bus
We knew it was headed for us
We rose to make exit
A virtual Brexit
Too late! we must sit and discuss!
Stan was running low on gas,
And as usual driving too fast.
He blew by the station,
Clueless to the situation,
Now he's empty and stuck in the grass.
A lady once, passed gas in Idaho
To the guy behind her she made a big show
With a bit of wit,
She said, "Hey, stop it"
He said, "Okay, tell me which way did it go?"
Honey
Bunny
Sunny
Funny
Honey Bunny infant coos gently,
Then sunny eyes roll— hiccups funny.
Your Turn For A Tyburn Contest, Charles Messina
13 August 2019
Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”
Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”
Chariot, oh, please don’t fail me.
For the gas, full in your tank,
You must drink, sparingly.
Lest like an ox, I push you home.
© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
My friend Mike is a jolly good bloke
He recalls when he first drank a Coke
Gas and acid filled his throat
Then he belched like a goat--
For blokes who drink Coke 'tis no joke
When I let loose
One in the elevator
It was so stink
That the people fainted
Even the elevator
Kept opening and closing
It’s doors, trying to let
The scent out
August 4, 2021
where is the back road
that passes this place
- a gas station refuge
between nature and night
and who is the man
with the half hidden face
working / existing
in ethereal light?