Short Keister Poems

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


Premium Member Rose Is R-Red

Roses are red and grown by my own see-ster
Violets are just a pain in my keister
Though I came here to say
Happy Valentine’s Day
I long to kiss your tulips come this Easter
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Last Time I Scampered

When was the last time I scampered About six years ago Thursday, a disaster Fell on my keister My buttocks or beeper Scampered one more time when I got plastered<>
Form: Limerick

Coffee Confusion

By Angeline Vine

He went through the morning
ritual
Scooping spoons of coffee
One . .
Two  . . .
Three . . 
Four . . 
and one to grow on! 

Suddenly, his keister felt 
a slap

Premium Member Ten Interesting Facts

Number 12: Bet you just realized that was downright silly Twelve comes after ten by about two or three Failed mathematics Also acrobatics Once fell on my keister ripping my pretty silk saree
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Slips and Trips

It was freezing so, and cold winds did blow
 As I walked slowly through the fallen snow
 But I slipped on some ice
 My keister paid the price
 Tried getting up, but down again I'd go

 12-29-2020
Winter Snow Or Ice Limerick Contest 
 Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Out-Foxed By a Mongrel

They said, "his bark is much worse than his bite" So, I opened the gate, without fright But the beast would outwit me ! In the keister, he bit me!! He will feast on my trousers tonight !
................................. 5/4/15 For John Freeman's Contest : Dumb and Dumber Quotations (Never trust someone who says "his bark is much worse than his bite".... !! LOL !)
Form: Limerick

Keister and Easter

Keister and Easter

Will have to get off my kind keister; 
Write some more poems after Easter;
What I found in poem to be surprising 
was there was no mentioning of arising. 

Many problems we may have to face;
Kids left egg shells all over the place,
And after more and more surmising
Christ's death started a civil up rising.

Jim Horn

Wow. Five limericks in one hour.
Can you beat that?
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Hey Mr Fireman

Hey Mr. Fireman, save him but not her.
She’s mean and horrible, and she has a bee up her keister.
Which one? He asks me, pointing from one to the other.

Good grief! He cannot tell a man from a woman?
They cannot train firemen any better than that these days?
This is nuts!

The big one! I yelled. “Don’t save the big one!”
The big one was rescued unfortunately, and
Gave me the horrible algebra test I was hoping to get out of on Thursday.

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