Short Minivan Poems
Short Minivan Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Minivan by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Minivan by length and keyword.
I'm sure you've all heard of a boomerang
What if it doesn't return to where it began
Thick as a brick
It's called a stick
So simple yet 9 out of 10 don't win the minivan
Sometimes I feel like a dirty old man
All I can think of is cuties when I scan
But I'm innocent by heck
Natural as breathing I suspect
Turning my crank and exposing my minivan
If you can't beat'em, run as fast as you can
No sense hanging around, hop in your minivan
If they follow on a cycle
A good disguise is vital
Pretend you don't speak English and scram
Body parts on a woman can sure excite a man
Simple things like slender legs can start his minivan
Other things help him react
Make him tremble in fact
Becomes incoherent and drools on his sedan
If it wasn't for dear Mo, I'd be a lonely old man
Wandering aimlessly, kicking stones and garbage cans
She makes my whole day
When she wanders my way
With her cheerful words, fuel for my minivan
Sometimes I feel like a dirty old man
All I can think of is cuties when I scan
But I'm innocent by heck
Natural as breathing I suspect
Turning my crank and exposing my minivan
© Jack Ellison 2015
Camaro
Sleek, fast
Racing, flirting, streaking
Sexy, fine, cumbersome, chunky,
Plodding, plugging, inching,
Serviceable, dependable
Minivan
Today I spent the day with my Mom, Dad, son and nephew at a Wild animal park;
I am covered in slobber and mud.
At least the animals were clean.
The most interesting animal I saw was a Guar which is a large
I mean the largest breed of bovine in the world!
Three to four thousand pounds of cow.
He stood taller than a minivan.
Guar comes from India and Asia; His large horns are fear invoking.
All I am saying is, don't let the Guar lean on your car!!
In middle school, I've never intended to be interested in anyone
the girls had claws the size of a minivan
it could extend to a couple feet to hundreds of feet in seconds.
The claws had a mind of it's own, they would grapple me
to drain my body or to rip me into shreds.
Blood would be everywhere, my screams would be internal
while the girl with the claws wouldn't even notice.
I never wanted this, neither did the girl, I got used to it after a while.
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