Short Lump Poems
Short Lump Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lump by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lump by length and keyword.
Trump Lump of Lard Horn Haiku
Trump sure is old grump;
Broke ankle slipping on stump,
With lard a big lump.
Jim Horn
Form trembles my mind
all matter fads to decay
Empty sense objects
void, hollow, insubstantial
breathes mental impermanence
Like loathing
A lump forms in my throat
Like an old lie
To choke on
Again and again
But this time I swear it
I never said I love you
Not until the day I lay dead
A very sexy lady once took me aside
Patted me on my enormous backside
Said, lose some pounds
And we'll go a few rounds
But the lump in my jumper committed suicide
Trump Looked Like Lump of Lard
Trump looked like a big lump of lard,
No longer soft but he appeared hard;
Hickory to dickory,
And also slippery;
We did need to destroy and discard.
Jim Horn
A fellow from the south of South Africa
Waltzed around in a skirt made of taffeta
Some thought he was strange
With his long curly mane
A lump in his skirt proved him male to the maxima
A very sexy lady once took me aside
And patted me on my enormous backside
Said, lose some pounds
And we'll go a few rounds
The large lump in my jumper I sure couldn't hide
© Jack Ellison 2015
The female voice without seeing the creature
Is really appealing, like a goddess with sweet features
But we're sometimes surprised
She ends up with crossed eyes
And a lump on her bumper or a tot on her teeter
The female voice without seeing the creature
Is really appealing, like a goddess with sweet features
But we're sometimes surprised
Turns out she's crossed eyes
With a lump on her bumper or a tot on her teeter
From her sacred heart blooms a flowered essence
anointed in sapience and love ;
Insightful, as the rain from God's parapet
this cloistered soul rings true
only for the Maker's open hand.
Touched by His Grace, he has created
"The Mystic " in her,
from a lump of wet clay to Sacred fire.
I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
Two sugar of lumps
Pause above tea cup
You raise an eyebrow
I quiver with mine
Please keep them both
You are sweet enough
To cherish some more
Sweet tea with laughter
I remember
Your smile
When you told me
You wanted to be a writer
More than that
What you wrote
You sliced me apart
And stuffed my faults
Down my throat
You could not swallow
That I was choked
I look you up once in a while
Curious to see if you made it
You were so damn talented
To this day I still have a lump
Sunday September 30th 2018
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