Short Hattie Poems
Short Hattie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hattie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hattie by length and keyword.
The Search
I went searching for hattie pattie
But found scarfy larfy
With a pin
Moved on to henny penny
Who said the sky was fally wally...
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Categories:
hattie, fun, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Who You Callin' Fattie-A Limerick
There was an old woman called Hattie
whose hubby's name for her was fattie.
So she cooked his goose
hung him from a noose
then buried him in a cow pattie!...
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Categories:
hattie, funny love, husband,
Form:
Limerick
Hatless Hattie
One dark evening, Hat-less Hattie,
Took a walk with her cattie.
She didn’t see the thing fly down;
Bat attached itself to her crown;
Hat-less Hattie’s locks are now Matty!
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Categories:
hattie, appreciation, fun, funny, giggle, humor, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Carry On Films
When I was young, I loved to see
The Carry On films on TV.
Their humour risqué, slapstick, fun,
And every line a clever pun.
With Kenneth Williams, Sid James,
And Hattie Jacques: all household names.
In hospital, a camp or fort,
The Carry On team looked for sport.
I think of them and start to smile;
I miss their zany madcap style.
Jack Horne
The Carry On films for Michael’s contest...
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Categories:
hattie, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
At Porky Pig's Roast
Horrible Hattie had seen her own ghost
While chomping away at Porky Pig's Roast --
She turned wan and pale
Downed a mug of ale --
Her translucence scared Petunia the most
Hattie staggered to her feet, looked around
The room was whirling, at times upside down --
As she started to speak
Her teeth rattled, 'Eek 'Eek' --
Porky's wife shrieked and ran straight out of town
Note: Petunia Pig is Porky's wife. lol....
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Categories:
hattie, animal, celebration, cry, drink, food,
Form:
Limerick
Geraldine and Me
She asked me to dance.
Matter-of-factly, led me
Held my eager hands -
She ruled, and I followed.
Cling to smell of cinnamon, while
She saw dark chocolate, craving to be had.
Neat and tidy as she, speaking.
Charting language of love, virginally.
Naturally, I clamored.
Loving everything of Geraldine
But granny said, "girls don't dance with girls."
She seemed twelve, and I, eleven, sat carefree.
Then Granny and Hurricane Hattie stepped in
Changed trajectory of our love.
*...
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Categories:
hattie, best friend, growth,
Form:
Free verse