Short Mobster Poems
Short Mobster Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mobster by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mobster by length and keyword.
There once was a mobster named Clyde
Called a Buick Electra his ride
Then an old man named Dom
Made a mighty pipe bomb
And Clyde died being Electrafried!
I am a pacifist
not a prize fighter
I am a healer
not a hit man
I am a mother
not a mobster
I am a grandmother
not a gangster
I am a kite-flyer
not a killer
But I watch these others on TV
TWENTY MINUTES OF TURBULENCE
seat belts fastened
tight
snack carts
jettisoned away
pilot on the talkie
nonsensical i say
the mobster clouds
take our jumbo jet
for a ride
we fly the turbulent skies
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
A jewel thief named Jimmy from Nevada
Stole rings from mobster Pablo's old grandma
Jimmy thought he'd better run
Pablo caught him and had fun
Now Jimmy has all his meals through a straw.
Written on 17th July 2019
we always thought
Jasper’s occupation was clandestine
He works in Chicago and Miamai
where gangsters work, right?
So is he a mobster?
He dresses like one, all in black.
We dared not ask him what he did for a living.
Having no idea he was in commodities
Legal gambling for the affluent.
A man named Bob wanted a job
So he got ready and turned the door knob
to step outside and start
But then, he started to fart
It was said later, he joined the mob
Heidi Sands
7/24/22
A RACE TO DE-BONE FISH:
Filet
Relay
A CONVENT FOR SHELL FISH:
Oyster
Cloister
A MEMBER OF THE UNDER SEA MAFIA:
Mobster
Lobster
A PROMISCUOUS SHRIMP:
Trampy
Scampi
A MUSICAL RED SNAPPER:
Snapper
Rapper
A COMPASSIONATE FISH:
Caring
Herring
A LAW ENFORCEMENT FISH:
Grouper
Trouper
2/2/13
Entered in Brian Strand's All Yours Contest
Successful Youngin
Yuppy
Guppy
Moon Fish
Luna
Tuna
Rhymer Fish
Snapper
Rapper
Ready for Combat
Marine
Sardine
Deceased Mob Boss
Bad trout
Had clout
New Mob Boss
Mobster
Lobster
The Strange One
This cod
is odd
The Affectionate One
Marlin’
Darlin’
Fish Valentine
I like
My pike
Dinner Con
The clam -
a sham
Evil bearded cave-man,
Eating shrimp and lobster,
Claims to be a messenger of Allah,
But really just a bloody mobster
How many gallons of tears have you brought?
How many shattered lives have you wrought?
Someday we'll get the revenge that we've sought,
You don't F with America and get away for long,
This mighty country is just too strong
So hide in your hole and hope it's deep enough,
When it comes to courage, you ain't got the stuff.
Rustic hints of shambolic yet magic shacks
Glints of silky footprint frolic tints the tracks
Mussel sacks demonic crab claw tussle cracks
No skinflint skimps sprinkles winkles & shrimps
Cockles twinkle the bucolic prawns the pimps
Shiny oysters briny gangster & milky prankster
Iconic lobster the mobster swish shellfish stacks
(Although to be fair for the heir of fancy flair fayre
The French care so much oui they say Fruit De Mer)
You can fool a fool,
you can cheat one’s mind.
You can con a con,
even steal from the blind.
You can shake a shaker,
you can brutalize a Brut.
You can mob a mobster –
and embezzle their loot.
You can charm a charmer,
sell your soul for a penny.
You can take from a taker,
for pennies you have many.
But can you hold a hand,
and experience love for free?
Know true respect for all to see?
Gain one's trust without a fee?
You poor, poor, foolish soul,
who will ever get to know the "real me".