Short Larry Poems
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Larry- you are my dove!
The poet I truly love,
Don't give me a shove
when you're the one
on a pedestal, always above!
Larry used to tell lies
Looking one straight in the eyes
He came a cropper
When telling a whopper
Because telling of lies he denied
I once dated a man named Larry
He one day asked me to marry
Though he was a real honey
He hadn't much money
So, I wed his cousin Harry
Best described as lizard slime,
Larry was worst of all time.
His big rheumy nose
was red as a rose
And his eyes glowed green as lime!
once a fat turkey named larry
with feathers dirty and hairy
gobbled on with glee
i'm leaving you see
into a portal less scary.
Wild Wilma woodland faerie
lived in a lantern with lucky Larry
An elf resolved to never commit or marry
This is why he soon lost his love, Wilma faerie
I like my football, you know how it goes
Who's gonna win?, nobody knows
I sit in my favorite chair
In only my underwear
And a pair of Joe Namath's pantyhose
Oh Larry,
Don't get harried-
Lack of sleep you say?
Keeping your evil twin at bay?
Don't try to cheat,
we all know you are just too sweet
To be an annoying creep!
Larry and Harry spend nights at a bar
Neither have a job or even a car
Drunken Larry burps freely
Harry gropes touchy/feely
That these two are unmarried is bizarre
*Written May 24 for Catie's contest
"Who am I? Larry the fly!" -Larry
Larry daydreamed of being a fly.
Eventually he began to live his life
As if he really were a fly.
When people asked in horror,
"Larry, why are you eating dog ****?"
Larry would calmly reply, "I'm a fly."
"Shine my boots, wench!" Larry said
"Fetch my wine and cheese and bread!
Tidy up my murphy bed!
Feed the hog and Mr. Ed!
Corn mash for Rhode Island Red!
Why look so gobsmacked by dread?
Did you not say I thee wed?"
"Oh, I said it, until dead"
I confessed, then bashed his head.
His mother was extremely keen
He should marry a pretty colleen
But Harry met Larry
And they did not tarry
Their marriage it was not foreseen!
His girlfriend he was due to marry
But secretly Harry wed Larry
His mother went mad
And so did his dad
It’s a burden they have to carry
01/03/18
Helter-skelter, upper-downer,
Bigger smaller, richer poorer
Bitter sweeter, kinder meaner
Sifter opener, thicker thinner.
Meek or dumb, pinky and thumb
Top or bottom, height and fathom.
Head or toe, friend and foe
Day or night, left and right.
Larry scoops Moe; Moe swoops Curly
Curly chunks Larry; Larry yanks Moe.
(Dedicated to Larry Fine who died January 24, 1975.)
When you died in 1975, it was very bad.
It made millions of people sad.
You were a great performer and people loved to watch you.
They tuned in to see the wacky things that you'd do.
You starred in every episode unlike Curly, Shemp and Joe.
The only two who starred in every episode were you and Moe.
Form:
Larry and his dog Franklin
Are the best of friends
They are always together
Wherever Larry goes
Franklin does also
Franklin is a Black Lab
His fur shines in sunshine
Franklin likes to sunbathes
He lays in the sunshine
He is a happy fella
Everyone knows Larry
As well his dog Franklin
Larry and Franklin
Live in the flower garden
Being stautes side by side
A Dedication to Larry Belt
Mr. Larry Belt
You have awed me with your svelte,
A brouhaha every single day
With the comedy you convey-
Some writes are serious
Some make me delirious
I want to thank you for
Opening a new door
Into the world of brilliance
And your heart’s resilience
Keep the expressions flowing
And your mountain of poetry growing.
Love em all Larry,
A. Green
I submit this limerick today.
Fellow Soupers, please heed what I say!
A favorite poet of mine,
on Saturday, June 9
will be facing, another Birthday!
Larry Belt, there's a wish, I suggest,
even though I can't speak for the rest,
the wish that I send,
is HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my friend,
as a Poet, you are the best!
Many happy returns, Larry!
Women know which men to marry
And Normal Woman won’t tarry;
To keep praising her Sir Barry
But it’s going to be Larry,
Barry to keep giving her Garri
To keep enjoying it Larry…
And she’d keep flirting with Harry,
Who her great burdens does carry;
Ceremonial thanks to Zorro
Who in her behalf would borrow,
Promising creditors morrow
But bed-time sleeping in sorrow…
Poor Zorro who does hard soils harrow
And watch over sows that farrow.
I love my lava lamp Larry
His color is blue, he has lots of goo
He has a bin that is made of tin
He produces light, he is so bright
Larry's light guides me through the night
He's nice, he transforms more than twice
When I can't sleep I open my eyes
His blue goo goes up and down and all around
I worry about the wire catching on fire
Then I tell my mind that I will be fine
In the morning he fades away
And waits for me throughout the day
I love my lava lamp larry