Short Gnat Poems

Short Gnat Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gnat by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gnat by length and keyword.


Star Struck

Donald Trump is an old Plutocrat
Living high on the hog like a gnat
But Disney was first
To notify Hearst
That Pluto's a dog, not a rat!
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Nasty Gnat

I was bitten by a gnat
Who didn't ask permission
I caught the little rascal
How dare he bite me?

I put him into a jar.
He made a big commotion.
So I put a stamp on jar.
Sent him to Carrie.

By: Joyce Johnson Came in 2nd
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Gnat Bites

Gnawing gnat breaks through skin
Needle nose - spike now in
Agile, light, felt no pain
Taken blood, their feeding aim

Bites now swell and
Itch like hell
Tiny vampire
Eaten well.
Scratching, itching - skin unwell.

     
            03.09.21
Form: Acrostic

Ogden Gnat

Don't be afraid - no need for that
Don't run away from Ogden Gnat
You won't be his supper tonight
He only wants to share the light

This mosquito intends no harm
He doesn't mean to cause alarm
Around you he flies only to look
At the funny poems in your book
Form: Rhyme

Seussome Story

The Cat in a Hat sat on a mat (the mat was flat) when Pat a bat who was fat (a flying rat) chasing a gnat (the gnat went zzzat) dropped in (splat!) for a chat (what a brat) but (tit for tat) was told to scat imagine that! (Moral of the story: Uninvited unwelcome)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member If I was a Gnat

If I was a gnat I know whom I would bother
I would hide in their garbage disposal
flying up into their face when they ran water in their sink
I would hit them in the mouth, disgusting them

when I tired of being a gnat I would become a mosquito
buzzing in the ears of my enemies, biting them with gnarly teeth
in my smallness, I would finally get the revenge I seek

Premium Member Peach Tea And Me

I have the attention span of a gnat
At times not even as long as that

So I found some online training game
That is supposed to help train my brain

Not sure it worked before l lost focus 
My muse came with hazel hocus-pocus 

You’d think she’d gift me great poetry
But instead I write about silly little me

Maybe I will have a cup of peach tea
Start anew footloose and fancy free

The hour is so late that it is early so
Guess I’ll have breakfast before I go
Form: Rhyme

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