Short Mock Poems
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What killed Socrates.
a weed or Aristophanes?
What caused an end so dire?
The law or just satire?
The cries of ignorant crowds.
or something in 'The Clouds'?
In a limerick what does a man seek
Depends: At what does it give him to peek? --
A flash of bare thigh
Or knockers, Oh my! --
More than that mocks the feminine mystique
Trump They Tried To Mock
Remember when Trump tried to mock;
Whole world had been in state of shock;
Much manure,
There for sure;
With them did forgot to bring their crock.
Jim Horn
Too ugly.
Too tall.
Too nice.
Too small.
Too talkative,
Too confident,
Too mockative
Don’t call.
Too broke.
Too negative.
The bane of my life.
Don’t credit them.
Too flawed.
That’s relative
To the human race.
Can’t edit it.
Does it taste like real turtle?
Lewis Carroll’s a mad Alice’s Adventure
Is Mock turtle soup made from Mock Turtle?
Maybe but English through and through!
There an imitation of proper green turtle soup
Go to it Mrs Fowles give em your best!
Who's mocking who ?
Form:
Superlatives are my mean, my methods my mode the moony mock-Ra glass marble fables untold, the story fair, the hair golden, a new golden thread, bursts from the olden, like streams of pasturesque villages that trickle in the floods of which inundate the past, such a surly hub.
I haven’t left my house in days
With everything else I’ve tried the anxiety still lingers
My dreams wound me and my nightmares mock me
Was it never meant to be?
My friends stopped asking for me when I disappeared for months on end
It’s too late now
My supplies are running out
I’ll need to face the sun
A while ago you all might recall, I requested
Justice from the Lord.? No faith in lawfare I
Asked He take away the parasites, that destroyed
Much faith, I hear now that many are
deceased.' Of those who hung with epstein
And on innocence did feast.' I'll recall here a saying
I learned it when young..God settles debts without
Money, always remember that my son.)
I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
The dolls wed in mock marriage
And lived together
Till they were in rags
And forgotten forever
They too wedded when doll like
Dreamed together like none else
But their marriage a mock
Only lasted for a while
Mock marriage which is of the two?
The dolls’ or of those who are dolls
Who wait for time to turn them into rags
Or choose to be rags before their times???????
Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise
Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye
Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess
Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace
Chaste and torn chest of satis,
Man to maid and hound of malice
Seam to see unravel of ravage,
Goddess to test the fondest of savage.
Did you happen to see old Sam?
He's my poor turtle on the lam
It happened he was told
That his body had been sold
To a restaurant in the city
Where the cook had little pity
On the stove he put the pot
And the veggies that he got
But he had no turtle meat
So decided he would cheat
Chicken tastes about the same
Or so the turtles always claim
So his turtle soup became a mock
Cause he made it with chicken stock
!
For the Turtle Soup Contest
It nearly was a rude shock,
When I cursorily checked the lock,
Looking beyond the first block
And saw not a sheep in a once stampeding flock:
The security there by many judged “A Rock”,
That would the painstaking efforts of robbers mock
And rather produce them in some dock,
If not that day, after the crow of the Earliest Cock
,,, All in a matter of repeated Tick Tock!
Which shepherd could bear a disappeared flock?
But, Alas! Looking back at me is a disappeared flock!
My head turned like the hands of a clock
But making not at all its tick tock…
I rather was white with singular shock
At collecting from behind a knock
That could have neatly jolted a block
And even embarrassed more solid rock
Perhaps, cold-shivered a wearer of frock;
Or the more reddened the crest of a cock…
A blazing threat to put my attacker in the dock
And thence to a cell with good lock…
Or a fight give him that watchers flock
To both parties heartily cheer or mock.