Short Looter Poems
Short Looter Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Looter by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Looter by length and keyword.
looter marauder
a freebooting buccaneer
plundering pirate
pish posh thievery
pillaging provoking
sought by females
I often accuse my computer
Of being a sanity looter.
If someone has seen
Bullet holes on the screen
I'd admit it, 'cause I'd be the shooter!
Trump On A Scooter
While Trump rode on a scooter,
He had come across a computer;
Quite confused,
And misused;
A detective looking for a looter.
Jim Horn
Octavius Australopithecus
Decided he would take a leak with us
He aimed his big shooter
Hosed down an armed looter
Now relieved ~ his reward superfluous
The queen of hearts
She made some tarts
Because she had no suitor
The knave of hearts
He stole the tarts
Because he was a looter
He took them all
And left the ball
Going at a run
The queen she cried
The knave had lied
What did I see in the bum?
There's a guy I know that loots.
He often wears special boots:
Strong leathery ones he'd choose,
His feet in them starts to cruise
To break doors with non-helped feet!
Isn't that alone a feat?
Bruce should like to see rogues do that
"But feet later go flat!"
Means, then, looter can be caught:
From boot shop found straight to court
When we don’t a lunatic fetter,
Sanity does not look quite better;
When A Sluggard is The Pace Setter,
Things begin to happen much later:
An Aquarian Chosen Go-getter,
A lot tend to be rather wetter;
Everyone A Well-Trained Sharp Shooter
Exchange of Gunfire The Redder;
One deciding to be A Looter
Many Shaky Accounts The Redder …
I’ve told you what usually follow
And why my laughs are sometimes hollow.
A lofty lurking predator on the prowl alone
Very reclusive and passionate prone
Not up for a long chase
Rather give a short powered race
Very territorial especially with mates
Touch my babies the savage will embrace
Just like a wildcat preferably a cougar
Best times to move at dawn and dusk just like a looter
Call me the noble savage or the lady cougar
Get off wrong then I will be the shooter
Since I'm a lady I'll slash you like Freddy Krueger
Nick parked his sleigh and uses a scooter,
on roofs he looks more like an intruder;
he forgot how he got there,
stands on the roof in despair;
in the end Nick wanders like a looter.
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November 24, 2019
Poetry/Limerick/Santa Is Getting Old
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1202-024-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Holiday Themed Limerick
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
Third Place