Short Hairy Poems
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Hairy upon his lap did lie
Snuggled and contented
Hairy upon the mistress' lap
Snapped his hand when extented
He was as hairy as a bear
But he really didn't care
He had a narrow tail
That left a long trail
It was covered with superlong hair
"My Hairy Wild Petunia"
Likened
To lichen
Sphagnum
Mostly moss
Made moist
Dew do me
Kiss my
Lab ia
Good
Bi
my Granny is so very hairy,
so much hair it’s quite scary,
her hair gets in the way,
she must shave it every day,
me thinks she use to be Larry
If I just knew then what I know now
I'd start over if I just knew how
I would cut me some slack
But there's no going back
I shouldn't have bleached my unibrow
Summers day, on the sand by the beach
A naked woman in view oh what a peach
Her hairy peach I must peal
Uttered, a joyful soft squeal
It's now twins, she weren't out of reach
If you see me quickly running away,
it's because I just don't know what to say,
these green men are arriving,
their drunken ways are thriving...
they want to French kiss for St. Patrick's Day!
The girl of my dreams has long flowing hair
Straight from her armpits hanging down with flair
Crossed eyes to boot
Big bum, whatta hoot
A divine creature with flaws here and there
The girl of my dreams has long flowing hair
Straight from her armpits hanging with flair
Crossed eyes to boot
Big bum, whatta hoot
A divine creature with minor flaws here and there
Some say I'm an original and I tend to agree
After popping out they threw away the damn key
He'll never be matched
A weirdo' was hatched
Screamed bloody murder like a hairy ass banshee
Large, and Hairy and a perfect tight fit
absorbing near all of my naked bit.
The names it’s been called
covering skin that is bald.
Just an old knitted hat...that suits this old git!
L&H Contest
reclusive hairy man is shy
hides out in secluded parts of Alaska wilderness
lives on mussels and crawfish
part of an ancient cryptid race
creeps up to igloos at night
peers in at children
inserting his ways into their nightmares
My hair is wild, as wild as can be.
It sticks out in all sorts of places,
It goes through many fits and stages,
You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes!
I have curls to a large degree.
They won’t listen to my plea.
My hair demands to be free.
There was once a sweet gal named Mary
Whose face and legs were kind of hairy
She shaved once a week
One day she nicked her cheek
Had to get shaving advice from Larry
4-11-17
Alexis Y.
There’s a fairy going round who does hair transplants in the night
She does them while your sleeping so you wake with quite a fright
I have no gripe with transplants so don’t think that I’m a moaner
But could I be recipient… and not the bloody doner!
Loose and Hairy
he spent the night roaming her prairie
at sunrise the trip became scary
from under the sheet
stuck two gnarly feet
her beauty turned fat, LOOSE, and HAIRY
5/21/2015
submitted to – L&H Limericks – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Catie Lindsey
Hairy Nora reads the Torah from daybreak until dusk.
She’s got four different colored legs, but not a single tusk.
There’s a birdie sitting on her back that moves and sways like Elvis,
Her ears are crinkly when they’re pressed and there’s a mirror on her pelvis.
Now I’ve been almost everywhere on my old rusty bike,
But an elephant like Nora, I have never seen the like.
meek, this hour
of a morning hue
shy cobweb gloss
in a frosted dew
he stood as shrubs
nay merged with trees
but matted hair
instead of leaves
though leaves a few
were woven in
a tempered bark-
like wear of skin
yet fleeting foul
and a peasant’s ploy
their rancid goad
to wheat destroy
in crop and fold
of furrowed fell
lest he be The
Mowing Devil
"It hurts bald men as much as hairy men to have their hairs pulled out."
~Seneca
The bald man moans
for his house, rooted up,
dripping above the sewer.
A q tip might plug it.
Alcohol might fix it for weeks.
The hairy man sues
for his house, shooted up
miles above the hustle.
An underhanded tip will save it.
Alcohol could cover it forever.
Seneca's hair must have covered
his eyes.
what are light green milkweed seeds called?
hairy balls!
There are three old women at the table.
One spits out her dentures.
We cannot stop laughing.
I am not kidding, one tells us.
I work at an arboretum. Look it up.
We do and we cannot stop laughing.
The guy in the booth behind the other two turns and glares at me.
I am laughing so hard now, I am crying.
They have no idea, and they keep it going and going and going.
Horn Hairy Gorilla Limerick
We were drinking some sarsaparilla
Ran into Hun that they named Attila
Pretended he was a gorgeous man
From each country him they did ban
He had turned into a harry gorilla.
Trump even played a part on the
Ozzie and Harriet as a worthless
trash collector who never learned
how to use a compactor and also
was a poor actor who became
our President. We are supposed
to be the benefactor. Can you
imagine that.
Jim Horn
i'm Irish
but mine aren't
uilleann having
no bellows
but having
to blow me
up
licking her lips
she took shaft
in hand
and
began
playing
me
at first
a simple
moaning
drone
came
from
me
then
delicately
she started
to finger
notes
coming from
me
in an
orgasmic
sound the
highlands
resounded
in murmmering
music
but today
she also
had a little
death
when she
saw
me
i had
shaved
and so
unzipped
she found
a naked
bagatelle
Form:
Through barren landscape, wet and cold,
along a winding stretch of road
he rode his bike, she drove her car,
but neither travelled very far,
as spiteful hairy hands appeared
(and soon those severed hands were feared).
As cases rose, debate was hot:
were deaths the drivers' fault or not?
We still don't know, for who can say?
But should you venture down that way,
be vigilant in case it's true -
the hands' next victim could be you!
for Carolyn's Unexplained contest
Eight legged hairy spider
We can see it everywhere
It can’t fly but with a long and sticky web
Insects will stuck and grab it with speed
On one moonless starry night
The shadow of a spider is in sight
Combined with color orange and black
On top of the giant leaves ready to attack
On its throne between two trees
Lies a perfect web for flying insects
A home for a king with fangs so big
Perfect position for grabbing flies on twigs
June 7, 2013
8Th Place Winner
For Suz-D Contest
(This is a fictional poem)
I married a very hairy lady when I got drunk on scotch.
I nearly died of a heart attack when I learned that I married a sasquatch.
When we kiss, I get a mouthful of hair.
It's like making love to Chewbacca and it's not fair.
She hasn't bathed in months and she smells like piss.
It's too much to take, I can't stand this.
When I think about what our kids will look like, it makes me worry.
Does anyone know a good lawyer? I want to get a divorce in a hurry.
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