Short Gin Poems
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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 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
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
Nights like this are made for us
Crescent moon smiles down;
broadly
We walk along the river
Coke and a picnic basket
With two flashlights we begin
Gin rummy, we play all night
One
bottle
standing tall
in the center
of my universe.
I orbit around her
from dawn to dusk like a dead
moon on a never ending course.
She is my only reason to rise
yet is now the bane of my existence.
My mother just loves to drink gin
And claims it is good for her skin
I cannot refute
Mum’s ‘nissed as a pewt'
When legless... I just cannot win!
TOTAL FICTION WRITE INSPIRED BY CONTEST
2/27/18
Another Gin and Tonic Horn Limerick
Must I drink another gin and tonic
To tolerate Trump who is moronic
Jumping from hole to hole like a rabbit
Constantly complaining when cannot have it
Grows on you like a plague that is bubonic.
Jim Horn
gin joint ginger
I had heard of her of course
we all had
but we thought she was fictitious
when we saw the barkeep’s face we knew better
He is usually unflappable
tonight he could barely speak
she had taken his heart
and his tongue it seems
My hair has receded and my belly grown fat
There’s hair growing in my ears and I don’t like that
My joints ache all the day and I have troubles with peeing
I’m tired all the time and have glasses for seeing
Gravity has taken over putting life in a downward spin
No wonder I enjoy drinking a little wine and gin
glare eye to eye
gin ship lie stuck
spent idle lost
11/25/20202
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The last syllable of the 1st line,
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Spiced with no pinch of Sugar
He was all salt and white vinegar
He was new in someway
But in others he was grey
Man of little words
Yet words were his sword
Fearless and firm
His world was built with a pen
Rare but real
Many did he drill
Paper as his block
Humans as his flock
Nations did he build
Wisdom as the tool
Immortal were his works
Though mortal he was
Gin Again
On the mountain top
Old grandpa is making his gin again
He presses the corn to fill the pot.
All the way to the top.
The bottles they rattle with the wind just waiting for that gin.
Grandpa he tastes with delight.
Saying it will be gin again before night.
The smell fills the air that might bring the law.
Grandpa is all most drunk.He stumbles and yells
It's Gin again
aka
HALLO WEENIE!
Police say a woman named Gidget
Took a fancy to a man's digit
She knew it would grow
But you ought to know
His digit now hangs on a midget!
Added by Belle Bellevue:
The midget was proud of his digit
He wondered just how Gidget did it
It hung to his knees
And swung in the breeze
Witch Gidget was wetting her britches
A crotch-heavy man called, "The Goat"
Ostentatiously loved to gloat
Until Donald Trump
Groped more than his rump
Thus clinching the Red Dawn Key vote!
*Readers should keep in mind Trump's greatest
success has been focusing the world's attention
on a Vanity Wall, whilst "All the President's Men"
enter vacant federal building and offices to
plant/alter/remove "evidence" and documentation!
You who had seen my next of kin
Dining and wining near a bin
And you forgot to raise a din
Or had minded your Gripping Gin…
It was A War you did not win,
Though Loss reports not on The Skin
Like would Incisive Pricks of Pin
Or handiwork of Wounding Tin…
Your love, please, extend to My Kin
In Water Fish that needs Your Fin:
Never mind his mischievous grin
Nor like God be counting his sin…
Gin and Sin
I once stayed at grandiose inn,
With rowdies, who reeked of gin!
Their vulgar voices louder than tin.
The worse thing in the world is sin.
Nothing on earth,shall ever do me in.
Protected by angels, from human vermin!
10/21/2022
Momorhyme by Pangie
Gin with tonic water
Is my favourite drink
Sometimes I change it
From tonic water
To something different
Mixing cranberry juice
With a bite of gin
Or vodka with cranberry
juice
I enjoy vodka with ginger
ale
Or gin with ginger ale
Or gin with or vodka with
with ginger ale
I like to mix it differently
Enjoying what I create
No matter what I create
Gin with tonic is my favourite
Feb-ru-ary –
Snow-white blossom,
Winter hedgerow shining.
Now September –
Hedgerow harvest:
Sloe-black, slow, black,
Black fruit with purple bloom.
Sloe gin, slow, gin,
Let the alchemy begin.
Blackthorn, black fruit,
Steeped in finest London gin.
Locked in Kilner
In dark cupboard.
Wait till dark December ......
Ruby colour,
Rich aroma.
Delicious sip,
Post-prandial
Christmas dinner nip.
Mike Jones
25 August 2014
Sometimes I wonder,
if I’m wasting my seconds
trying to prove love
lasts longer
when you drown it with gin.
Her ghost circles back—
again, again—
the Poppy wears
a saccharine, serrated grin—
(oh, how I’ve missed it)
nestled among
my worn-out keycaps.
I didn’t mean to write her—
I keep pressing delete—
But she never blinks.
That's when I know–
I must
write and write and write and write—
or she erases me.
While I was sat drinking lemonade
the winter’s chilling sun started to fade
the calm before the storm
perhaps another dawn
found in fizzy dreams of lemonade.
A hazy moonlit beach then appeared
my senses numbing as I had feared
as a pretty girl winked
at me, I dare not blink
in case she then went and disappeared.
The summer bronze reflected on her skin
her jewel like eyes just drank me in
an orchid in my gaze
to banish winter days
and I was caught in a lover’s gin.