Short Jig Poems

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Premium Member The Jig is On - spelling edit

When Anthony started to trip,
he turned it into a back flip.
He then finished big
by dancing a jig
and closed with a hop and a skip.
Form: Limerick


Jig Antic

Goliath stood up straight and tall
But David knew that he would fall
Goliath was stoned
And everyone groaned
His shoelace tripped him after all!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Jig is up

They do it in halls, even farms,
it’s part of an Irishman’s charms;
but the whole world was shook
when Flynn found the lost book:
Irish Dance, Volume Two, The Arms.
Form: Limerick

The Thing-Me-A-Jig

Hold it up to the light
And what will I see

Is it what I’d expect
Or has it awakened

New ideas in this thing
Intriguing now it is

Finally it dawns on me
It’s a thing-a-me-jig!

© Paul Warren Poetry

Premium Member Jiggety-Jig

The sun rose up this morning;
I danced a little jig.
I made sure no one noticed;
It wasn’t very big.
There was no whoop or holler,
Nor even a small screech.
Just a lightness in my step
As I drove off from the beach.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Sing A Long To An Irish Jig

We're jottin' down our poems, me boys 
We're jottin' down our poem
From old Bombay to Galway Bay
We're jottin' down our poems
All wannabe Byrons just step aside
We're the best bards on land and foam, Aye!
We're jottin' dowm our poems, me boys
We're jottin' down our poems
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Jiggety Jig

Jiggety jig, my ex. is a pig.
It's much worse since I've been gone..
One could clean every day.
He won't put things away and he even
throws trash on his lawn..
When I go there I shutter at his ability to clutter
and wonder what could he pawn..
He's not yet a hoarder but there's
no sense of order.
I just might throw things in his pond..

Premium Member Slip Jig Spring

The brook claps over the tumbled rock bed
applauding the Spring thaw 
like a gaggle of Irish revelers;
setting the man high marsh grass 
to dance a slip jig in the bonnie breeze.

Returning Canadian geese chorus overhead
saluting the rippling waves
in the slate gray pond.
The white undersides of their wings mimicking
the flashing and snapping of the white caps on the lake.

Blodeuwedd, Flower Face;
returns with a fiddlers bow.

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