Short Miser Poems
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the ignorant rich miser
ignores humanitarian aid
but is expert in how fatten up
rats...
Ophelia had cancerous breasts
According to all of the tests
But old Doctor Kaiser
Was simply a miser
Who plundered the most treasured chests
She was often totally furious
With her husband who was penurious
He gave pennies to the poor
After quite a big uproar
His flamboyant stinginess quite curious.
The monopoly metropolis, o'er the mass.
The sun has set 'pon the great pass.
All for one and none for all,
the old grey miser throws a ball;
...no peasants allowed.
Form:
Silver lover and the lover of gold
Let me roeh the story untold
The one who betrayed Jesus
Jesus Christ who are today's Judah?
Greedy, miser and selfish are current Yahuda.
As a miser counts his bags of gold
A gardener measures out her soil
And counts the treasures yet to come
With just a bit of honest toil.
By: Joyce Johnson
3/18/14
Motif: Nature
by Wayne Wysocki
There once was a banker from Kent
Whose life was fanatically bent
On saving each quid
Like no other did
And moaning with each pound he spent
Charles, Charles; big and black
Enough to at least scarf one big-mac!
All he seems to do is work
Would make me go berserk!
Another year older; another year wiser
At least he isn't like a miser!
Form:
Esoteric Enema
Miser of Burden
Intrinsic Impetus
Seer of Inertia
Virulent Vestige
Alias of anonymity
Pious Pathogen
Fear of Androgyny
Visceral Virtue
Tao of Two
Antigen of Affinity
I love you
Form:
Mad money grubber
Immersed in the throes of a
Skinflint Scrooge syndrome…
Enriching coffers, and yet
Renouncing to joys of life
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Limerick: Once a measly Miser in Mumbai
Once a measly Miser in Mumbai
Liked watching dancing girls on the sly
He went to Bolly-Wood
Though he felt jolly good
His loot sucked by Bombay Ducks well nigh.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
There Once was an Old Miser from Queens
He was too Cheap to Pay for the Broken Zipper on his Jeans
He Jerry-Rigged it with Rope
Then Came off Looking Like a Dope
When His Craggy Hiney was Exposed
as They Fell to His Knees!
Form:
Limerick : Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Looked high and low and over the fence
When at last he found it
It wasn’t worth his spit
Ha’penny tipper got his comeuppance
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
here come the barbaloots
the barbaloots
in their barbaloot suits
i see them coming everyday
everyday
rolling in the hay
but then comes along a miser
a miser
never the wiser
then they all go away
away
hopefully to return some sunny day
When speaking of words
Jeff Kyser's no miser
More like a soaring bird
perched atop a surging geyser
His wit unrivaled, nonpareil
sophisticated and slick
Fear not a Caesar-like burial
~ Our Kyser's too quick
His Victorian times were in need of reform.
He wrote of orphans out in a storm
With no fleece coats to keep them warm,
And a miserable miser counting his gold.
Charles Dickens' topics were true and bold.
Written for Brian's contest 6th place
that which we hunger for
our appetite is huge—
times to reciprocate
we become
Skrooge
2/9/2020
F F I series 71 fifer
Brian Strand, sponsor
Poetry form: Fifer- 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 lines of reducing number of words (or syllables if preferred).
Bill gives wife flowers
anticipating his kiss
Sue’s ruby lips part
she bursts into tears
the red roses are plastic
Sue screams "YOU MISER!"
Bill tries to tell her
bouquet shows his endless love…
Sue refuses sex!
one or two missing
maybe I'm a tree
be a reft they always look so sad
all d's are pressed
Miser are able
s nothing to ad
So row fully
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Des and ing are paired
Do w and n
Is mel an c holy
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Dissing the mal
full of
woahhhhhhhhhh
English Three Verse Haiku Poem (c)
So much of all things
Had he, of gold, silver, pearls.
He never gave a
Thing away…the poor
From him got naught… He horded
All he ever got.
He lived a miser...
Death saw all his wealth pass to
Another niggard.
W.C.Hull © 2020-18-4-H1343-
2453-I50-K50-29-L56-2
Thsi world is an encampment on a thousand valleys ,
Each leading to God's great mansion,
He is evil,
A miser and insane,
He rules his entire creation with a sick sense of homour,
During the sixties someone set up this world as an hope against him,
The overlord,
That's why they call this world imagine there's no heaven,
Form:
Thirty-one flavors has Ms. Baskins
Sparrows, bluebirds, and Ms. Robbins
All the other beak-heads have twenty-eight
except for pigeons ~ Ewwwwwwww*
*Picked up this awesome word from Deb M,
who was responding to my epic write,
'Time Spent on Rhyme,' aka 'Fertilizer
Miser,' posted on Sept. 05, 2023
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your eyes
I will show you the sufferings
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your ears
I will tell you the reason
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your mouth
I will argue with you the ultimate solution
But man never cares
He is a born miser
Not to lend anything
Except for his own sake
And benefits
Lurking in fuzzy leftovers is seen
A quivering, crawling hairball of green
A florescent prune
Or cheese from the moon
Gurgles gastric, plastic alien spleen
The miser squire requires gluts of caffeine
To dissect this science project's gangrene
Harpoon on a spoon
Zoom to the saloon
Lunch ladies' supreme mystery cuisine.
3/15/19
For Green Humor contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
A Quatret To My Wife
When hell has frozen over,
And Hades’s dogs sleep quiet,
Love’s plant the blessed clover,
Will bloom a mossy riot
Love’s urgent thrust’s a miser,
Brings lovers’ secret moan,
But woman’s touch, a riser,
Tis butter on a scone
And with this love I worship,
The path on which we walk,
Our voyage is such a fair ship,
Does vex all others’ talk
Written for contest 16/7/15