Short Gloat Poems
Short Gloat Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gloat by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gloat by length and keyword.
There was a man from Gloat
He snuck behind a goat
He had a bit of pot
Flanked the animals blind spot
Roger rammed it up to it’s throat
It's not very nice to gloat
When anybody rocks somebodies boat,
But some people are bad
And I am glad,
When it's Trump's, a senile old goat!
In battle little boys frantic
Shared their quotes with the Atlantic
So we can all note
About death they’d gloat
And Signal decay gigantic
A lady on Waikiki Beach
Was bone-white from drinking Trump's bleach
But Trump did not gloat
For she could not vote
She's no longer a Georgia peach!
It's almost time for you to vote
Cast your ballot and do not gloat
It's time to put back
Our reproductive rights on track
Trump's MAGA is a farce, take note
Americans must get out to vote
Says Donald Trump who just loves to gloat
If Trump's your heart throb
And you need a job
Trump always needs another scapegoat!
HOT HAIKUS
so hot!
a satanic breeze rustling
shadows sweat drip
so hot!
sidewalk sizzles
cracked egg fried mid-air
so hot!
birds won’t sing
earthworms gloat
Wildlife 30
A jay who was quite cavalier,
Was afraid people thought he was *****,
Other birds would just gloat,
At his colourful coat,
And the way that he waggled his rear!
For Donald Trump did Popeye vote
Olive Oil squealed, "Why, you old goat!"
Trump is not the best
Called me, 'Ms. Flat Breasts'
Popeye snickered, "Olive, don't gloat."
The opera singer sang her high
note,
Fell dead, husband stood there
to gloat.
05/10/2022
Contest:Killing Me With An Epigram
Sponsor:Margarita Lillico
A man named Noah once built a sailboat
so large people said it would never float.
But the waters they rose,
the doors he hurried to close,
then did he look at his neighbors and gloat.
Antoine is a Vampire Ghoul,
Quite barbaric, bloodthirsty and cruel,
With a fang in your throat
He’ll suck slowly and gloat
With a smile as you whimper and mewl.
I’m Don McKitty and I need your vote
Your brave fearless leader, don’t make me gloat
Give me your order
And I’ll shut the border
Hold the lies and BS? I’ll make a note!
epulaeryu
Quaker’s best is steel-cut oats.
Raisins drift like boats
on a melted butter moat
where rich almonds float
in brown sugar coats.
Dive in and
gloat!
Taking pride in what you do is a good thing,
As long as you don’t gloat about your success.
You should never let pride stop you from anything.
Taking the easy way out may not be for the best.
How many times can you say “toy boat” in a row
Reach three without screwing up and you can gloat
Try it, I'll bet
Tongue-tied you'll get
Mess up you will, why is it so hard to say toy boat
Your blood is ninety percent water
My blood is ninety percent sugar
I am glad I am me
And you are you
My blood cannot be taken
The transfusion would wake up the dead
Even Dracula has refused it
I gloat.
A showstopper unrivaled, an absolute must-see
Mind-blowing entertainment to a breathtaking degree
Have a connection I do gloat
Very proud though remote
A former Quebecer, my pride is guaranteed
I’m marooned on this desert island
with just one beautiful woman:
sandy beaches, blue sky, sun,
more food than we can eat,
crates of washed-up beer.
Just thought I would
write this note
and gloat.
Help!!!
Corruption and abuse of power
Keep Trump in office by the hour
He fires the IG*
So no one can see
Trump gloat in his ivory tower
*There are now twelve
Inspector General vacancies
Trump is loathe to fill.
People are talking
Whispers do not concern me,
I have a purpose.
People are pointing,
Their smiles are weird and smug,
I revel in this.
They think they know me,
They are small and misinformed,
I gloat in knowledge.
Death prances close to my door.
While I sleep blissfully in sweet repose,
It may sneak into my room without warning.
How foolish I am to gloat over my possessions
As it comes to take me empty handed
It’s Butchering Time
By
Tom Wright
I once watched a long-haired goat,
In a race for its life with a shoat
The goat stuck out his chin,
And by whiskers did it win,
And then had the audacity to gloat.
If I were nineteen foot tall I would not need a ladder
I could stretch out across the top of my car
And look for a ball under it.
I would never need high heels
And I could pat a giraffe on the head
And gloat because I was taller than him.
That poor Heron can't sing a note.
The dawn-chorus laugh and they gloat.
He won't give-up or quit
But the silly old git
Is just hoarse with a frog in his throat.
For Margarita's " Quitters " contest.