Short Magoo Poems
Short Magoo Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Magoo by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Magoo by length and keyword.
what is love?
not a glove
doesn't always fit
sometimes its just spit
but its fine wine for someone
when Mister Magoo is gone
Categories:
magoo, humor, love, nostalgia,
Form:
Couplet
On a head, there lived a louse,
It was this itchy louse's house.
Mr Magoo was a mole,
Who lived in a deep, dark hole.
BANG! the head just shot a grouse!
Categories:
magoo, 10th grade,
Form:
Limerick
I shudder to think of Mr. Magoo
He got himself in an awful stew
Blind as a bat,
Fell in a vat
Sadly, it was a cauldron of glue.
written October 6, 2021
Categories:
magoo, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
The polka dotted monkey had a banana in each hand.
He did a flip, a summersault and a giant handstand.
We noticed his colorful bib then that said “Be you”.
He was our favorite part of the circus said Mr. Magoo.
Categories:
magoo, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form:
Rhyme
Poor absent minded
Amos Magoo!
He used to be Keeper
Down at the zoo.
But his name was included
On today's obits page.
He tried putting a tiger
In a parakeet cage
Categories:
magoo, children, funny, people,
Form:
I do not know?
I had a black cat called Magoo
The slippers and clothes it would chew
This damaged its jaw
And broke every claw
Thank goodness I had super glue!
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Furry Friend contest by Royal T.
Placed 6th
Categories:
magoo, cat,
Form:
Limerick
Bill and Ben the flower pot men
The Clangers and a soup dragon
Bungle and Jeffery and a Rainbow in the sky
Crackerjack, Banana splits go wild
Dick Dastardly and Muttley
Mr Magoo is that you
The Flintstones yabba dabba do
just some of my childhood tv friends
Categories:
magoo, fun,
Form:
Free verse
oblivion is nothing new ~ i’ve been there once and will go back too
i awoke crying as sensations grew ~ til death rubbed out all i knew
god only knows who’s really who ~ i’m bamboozled a sign could do
blackboard equations esoteric and true ~ chalk dust for us to chew
can’t see past these monokus ~ that’s okay try this existential clue
life blindly flails on through ~ to bumble and fumble like mr magoo
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
magoo, death, life, perspective,
Form:
Monoku