Short Mcgraw Poems
Short Mcgraw Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mcgraw by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mcgraw by length and keyword.
Here rests unlucky Peter Mcgraw
He was struck down dead by a meteor,
All of his life he'd had no luck,
He'd still be here, if he'd just looked up.
Here lies the body shot to hell
Of the gunslinger Tim McGraw
Quick on the trigger, all can tell
He was awful slow on the draw
11-16-20
Contest: Quat-Ro your Four Line
Sponsor: Brian Strand
To vascilate is never any fun
Either go with the other or the one
Riding the fence not the bull
Soon gives all a belly full
of Quickdraw McGraw with an empty gun
For wisdom catagory
Jul 29 2010 For John's Limerick contest
Cash, Willie, Cline, and a
Coal Miner’s daughter sang
Classics with "Dolly" twang.
Crossover Taylor Swift,
Conway with Twitty wit,
Clint Black, Garth, Strait, McGraw,
Carrie, Blake: Love them all!
Oct. 14, 2020
for Joseph May's Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Gun slinger
Matt Zinger
Dressed in black
Didn't come back
High Noon
Was Doomed
Quick Draw
McGraw
Got A Rope
Hung that dope
Undertaker Called
Dead Body Hauled
Poured the whisky
From Junction 60
Dead Man's Trail
Where slingers failed
Wow, it's a heat seeking missile
Always first to blow the whistle
Amazingly speedy on the draw
Faster than Quick Draw McGraw
No poem has the chance to linger
Not with that itchy trigger finger
Hurry, hurry, no time to wait
Gotta get out of the starting gate
But the first to cross the finish line
is always the winner, Einstein.
From the time, You became an indian squaw
Were you A rebel like Quick McGraw
Unhesistant of answering that Call
Knowing true Warriors Never stall
That We before walking first gotta Crawl
Like Our Loved Ones, back Home, that are Small
Yet, let's "just fix it", Y'all
When in Our court, is the ball
For the Reward of feeling Ten feet tall
If not Another name on the Wall
Even if We, upon trying, Stumble and fall
Cause No matter what, We're heroes, One and all
Peppermint Christmas angels were doing the cha cha cha.
“What else can you do?” Asked a pinecone name of McGraw.
We can do the petootsie dance, and we can tease our maw.
“What else can you do?” asked a prissy critical macaw.
“We can twirl and spin, and we can make delicious coleslaw.
We can play racquetball and we can spot an editorial flaw.
We can peel potatoes in a fancy way if you get them raw.
We are pretty talented,” said the angels, and we can draw.”