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.
Mr. Don knotts,
He was known for his comedic crackpots.
As the infamous Landlord Mr. Furley,
he was jumpy and squirrley!
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
We are the landlords
in our own hearts,
but guests in other hearts,
no matter how long
our stay in their territories lasts
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
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cockeral park
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
Congress claims Donald Trump is psychotic
Yet we all must remain patriotic
To work everyday
Without any pay
Makes my landlord and grocer neurotic!
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
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
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
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!
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.'
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.....
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…’
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
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.
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)