Short Landlord Poems

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


Premium Member Don Knotts

Mr. Don knotts,
He was known for his comedic crackpots.
As the infamous Landlord Mr. Furley,
he was jumpy and squirrley!
Form: Clerihew


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Never invited
Lost in the bottle from you
I didn't cause this
You told lies to my landlord
The neighbors warned me of you
Form: Tanka

Landlord Or Guest

We are the landlords 
in our own hearts, 
but guests in other hearts,
no matter how long 
our stay in their territories lasts
Form: Rhyme

Flat Her

A farm girl went to the city
Where old men admired her kitty
Her landlord forgets
Her flat is, "No pets"
Because her boobs excite pity
Form: Limerick

Prac Senryu

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carriage


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busk
rythem
fright
basket
stroll

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landlord
clean
cockeral park
Form: Senryu


Premium Member the charm of the unwelcome

The squirrels' desire emphatic
To airbnb in the attic
Means a landlord may leave
Hors d'ouevres in the eave
That make their guests aromatic
Form: Limerick

Fed Up

Congress claims Donald Trump is psychotic
Yet we all must remain patriotic
To work everyday
Without any pay
Makes my landlord and grocer neurotic!
Form: Limerick

Back to Timbuktu

Searching to get a room with a view
Overlooking lush gardens of Kew
With no green to be seen 
And a landlord so mean
I quickly went back to Timbuktu
Form: Limerick

The Landlord

There was a young fellow from Kent
Who owed several months of back rent
The landlord yelled "Buster,
The cash you must muster!"
Or you'll find yourself asleep in a tent
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Low-Rent Tent

There was once a young man from Tashkent
Lost his job and couldn't pay the high rent
   His landlord was clear
   Pleas fell on deaf ears
So our renter moved out into a tent
Form: Limerick

Anti Cannabis Landlord

Early in the morning
I heard a knock
On my door
I opened the door
It's my landlord, oh lord!
He seemed happy, thank God
Then he said bhangi, oh no!
Do you smoke it?
Hell no!
© Bud Cee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Olympic Drinking

O' me favorite sport must be drinkin.'
That's the way that God made me I'm thinkin.'
For it seems without fail,
If I start quaffin' ale,
That the landlord will send me home stinkin.'
Form: Limerick

Don’t owe

Don’t owe to you
Just because of you
Drew the figure

Don’t owe to you
Just because of you
Got in bloodline

Said an apple To
 Its tree because, it
Told I belong to the landlord.

Premium Member Momma Earth Is Landlord

Wild animals sure have this stuff down pat No worries, no bills, no looking for a habitat Landlord is Momma Earth Bedroom's quite diverse Wherever they hang their antlers, that be that
Form: Limerick

Who Is Knocking At My Door

Who is that who is knocking at my door son
Could be Santa needing a bite of our turkey
Could be the wise men asking for directions
On their way to welcome the newborn king
I hope its not the landlord the rent isn't due
Could be sally son bringing my bottle of wine
It must  be youre mum she's late for dinner

Post Truth

This is the age of - Man, I really need  a break!
This is the age, dear brother, when all the news  is fake.
The taxman just took all my cash, the dentist my last tooth,
and Santa Claus they stole away as everything's post truth.
I need imaginary money to pay the imaginary rent.
my debt to  an imaginary landlord for a room I did invent.

Just Oust

As rent went unpaid by the tenants,
they had to pay a heavy penance.
One and all, copybook blotters,
their name became simply, 'Squatters'.
But, in this case, possession being nine-tenths of the law,
did not hold up in court, and, homeless once more,
were out in the cold for their derelictions,
as the landlord had the courage of his evictions.
Form: Rhyme

Ghetto Plight

Hovering in the
Clutter of poverty,
No smiles on their faces,
Looking skyward
Having a confrontation with God,
Their eyes the voices of their souls.
Their houses shout too,
We are enslaved!
The windows are dark and lifeless!
Who will hear them when they cry?
Not the landlord,
Over the jingle of his pocket money!
Pacific Avenue, Atlantic City, N.J.

Cynthia

From Stone Field No Crop Yield

Please, fancy not stone field:
It assures none crop yield. 
From death won't one shield,
When guns one's killers wield...

Only a big name yield:
"A Landlord" owners wield 
And causeless questions field 
From the press that lands shield!

Then, choose between crop yield 
And mere names that lands wield:
From those of a stone field 
I shan't fail to self shield
Form: Rhyme

Ballad of Nigeria

The moon first came in between the day and night 
     hanging la,  la, la, ...... 
   Vampire's breaches like monster like dragon like Gongola
   before?,   fula bridge and cambridge and redsea
     and a lot more?. 
  Moo,   moo,  moo the moon's  landlord monsters and 
   zombies and water ware house wolves whispering and 
   airing a night hood- moon-  ballad.

Second Chance

O, Judges...

Don't be too hasty in showing me the door;
I know it feels as though I'm a bore.

So many times I've played out of tune,
but I've been practicing since June.

I have nothing to pay my house bills;
yelling from my landlord kills.

The last job I really tried;
in frozen Alaska I almost died.

Please, give me another chance,
I prove to you my musical grace.....
Form: Rhyme

Land of the Free (Base)

Thailand,
Or Kensington?
Tinfoil from a Kit-Kat,
Tells you that there’s no difference,
Outside,

Cocaine,
Ammonia,
Old Martell miniature,
A Bic lighter; a mound of ash,
Bangkok?

Fly south
Like Garuda,
Drift off to Koh Samui,
A Beach house, Or Council estate?
Who cares?

Wake up,
Burnt down candles,
Landlord on the doorstep
‘Last weeks rent?’ ‘Giro on Thursday…
…Get lost…’
Form: Cinquain

Premium Member Identification Hesitation

Pardon me
  but aren't you --
Oh, no. You're not
  How foolish of me
Please excuse

But, say
  Wait a second
Weren't you --
  No, I guess not
Sorry, my bad

Ha! I've got it
  We met at --
Oh, no we didn't
  It was someone else
Mea culpa

What's that?
  You're my landlord?
The rent's past due?
  Impossible, sir

You must be having a bad day
  ~ I guess I'll be going my way

Premium Member Duplex With a Hex

Witch cousins crammed into the tiny duplex.
Packed in so tightly, that no one could flex.
Warlocks were mad now, couldn’t work on their pecs.
Party spilled over onto noisy neighbor’s upper deck.

Neighbor strained to take pix, injuring her neck.
Gawkers I cars had a horrible three-pile-wreck.
Landlord made witch cousins write him a big check.
They painted his car with psychedelic paint fleck.
Form: Rhyme

Your Voice Reversed

You can go anywhere as someone else,
the masks and jesters play
invisible to sound and touch
the Lords and Creatures pray

To rent the future—sell the past,
the landlord still unnamed
invulnerable to what they sell
the real prize still unclaimed

To cry out once your voice reversed
lone echo at your back
the Landed Gentry comes and goes
—the crossroads blackest cat

(The New Room: April, 2022)
Form: Rhyme

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