Short Hooter Poems
Short Hooter Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hooter by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hooter by length and keyword.
Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my old body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life long ballet
“LET'S ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM”!
Hey calm down now, people are still sleeping
Control your hooter
Calm down your tooter
But one thing it does, it cures oversleeping
Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my ancient body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life long ballet
© Jack Ellison 2015
Slave-driving beaver:
"Dam it
Damn it!"
Unhappy restaurant client:
Diner
Whiner
Neutered Tomcat:
Benign
Feline
Why did she slap me? All I did was:
Toot her
Hooter
Careless Urologist:
Pecker
Wrecker
Ginger had an ice cream covered in nuts
But the nuts took revenge on Ginger's guts
Alike a pea-shooter
They shot from his hooter
Now he has a burning pain betwixt butts.
It's 6:05 A.M. what am I doing on my computer
Limericks keep firing off in my brain like a peashooter
Totally out of control
Even outta my cubbyhole
That wasn't called for, I've lost control of my hooter
Parents pushing perambulators
Meeting many mothers
Coffee , cake and chat
Babies bottles to boobs
Hurry home to hubby
Hubby holding hooter
Nappy, not nice.
Baby blowing bubbles
Shower sex sleep
Luxury, lazy lie-in
Hubby having hysterics.
Siana sick over Sean
Cosy cwtch cancelled
What are you doing, grandpa? His little hooter grandchildren asked with heart.
I am studying geology, their grandpa said, so I can tell rocks apart.
But why? They wanted to know. We always thought that you were smart.
How do you think I got this way? He said reaching for a new book from the cart.
Slugs and snails line the highway,
Munching, crunching, drinking fumes;
Early in the morning, late at day.
A tunnel of black ahead looms,
Feasting on diesel, ready to growl;
Into the maw a lucky one zooms.
Compacted inside the giant jowl,
Hooter poised, horsepower stalls;
Bodies meet with metallic howl.
“Fetch my skimmer, freedom calls,
Flying, leaping o’er all that appalls.”