Short Gin Poems
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oh juniper tree
high five to thy lively gin
that drives us to jibe
a jitterbug jig and jive
that we all get berried in
He knew her well in his youth.
She was refined, he uncouth.
Maiden so fair
now see her there
drowning in his gin/vermouth
I'm shocked
one of many
in shock
aboard the gin palace
lost far from the pleasure dome
somewhere between
the Moon and Mars.
sip sonnet not gin
smoke haiku not Mary Jane
lip language champagne
dip poetry green
toxic brain literacy
thrill not pill stay sane
about the time
i had some wine.
you had some gin.
we burped chagrin,
and we toasted metered
glee of intoxication
by intrusive manners.
He visits for a while, out of the blue;
senile too, with no smile,
which had always been his style.
Straight up gin helps reconcile!
Ah, the innocence of youth
to recapture it, forsooth
Pursue new kinds of pleasures
~ ditch the gin with vermouth
Too much food, pudding and gin,
It will make you fat, with a triple chin.
Your chins will wobble like jelly.
And so will your enormous belly.
out of all the gin joints in Chicago
she had to choose this one
she had an uncanny likeness to the woman he had lost
he could not stop staring
there once was a cook kangaroo
who escaped an animal zoo
but her hopping baked gin
did fortunately win
head chef at a circus revue.
Our black, firm, waists, so taut and thin,
the preferred drink was Saphire gin,
and in the dreamy cool black night,
beating hearts, living skin!
Cider
Slider
Whiskey
Frisky
Pink gin
Head spin
Beer cheer
Eyes blear
Fine wine
Supine
Big head
Feel dead
Rethink
The drink
There was a fellow named Tim
Who loved to drink lots of gin.
Got drunk on the beach,
dove in water out of reach.
Too bad he didn't know how to swim.
there was an old man named McGuinn
who liked his women and his sloe gin
one night it was said
he took both to bed
and woke up next day with a sly grin
Marvin and Abe went fishing all day
all they caught was a lady named Mae
she was tall and thin
she loved to drink gin
both men didn't like her to sing rae
An old lady had a sip of gin,
Not conceding it was a sin,
Purely medicinal was her thought,
A second opinion she never sought,
She drank with a medicinal grin.
There once was a boss who was bald
yet thought himself stoutly ribald.
The dweebs who worked for him
were hairy and liked gin.
Was not news to hear that boss falled.
Some say
love is a sort of sin,
I suggest those idiots
put such thoughts
into a garbage bin,
unless they have drunk
a barrel of gin,
or change their mind's PIN
there was an old man named McGuinn
who liked his women and gin
one night it was said
he took one of each to bed
and woke up next day with a grin
From there roots
It. a toot
Up hill
Some lay still
Work in gin mills
Was do die or be kill
Getting this far
Why we're who we are
Tell your youth
The
Black Truth
There was an old man in a bin,
Intent upon drinking his gin,
And he started to shout,
As I hoisted him out,
And shot like a bullet back in.
For Andrea’s limerick contest
Les Moore went down to the liquor store
But then wound up passed out on the floor
He woke Gin anointed
And guite disappointed
So I guess you might say less is more
Invisible to eye,
not because I don’t see,
but I refuse to look,
be baptized by water.
I drink gin;
kin to pride.
I won’t win;
sin is sly.
Satan’s grin.
I don't miss it don't miss it a bit
Right there's the bar where I used to sit
When ninety I'll walk right in
Light a smoke order a gin
And leave on the wall this poem I writ
He sure was naive, that Tommy O'Rourke
He didn't know gin was what he'd uncorked
He took a long swig
His girl danced a jig
Just nine months 'till the visit from the stork