Short Mrs Poems
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Mrs Rylie
Eaty
Really
Rocks at
Yelling
Coming
Holiday season
Rylie
Is
Somewhat
Terribly nice
Mum
Also thinks
She's silly!
back bearing tramp stamp
body piercings everywhere
today's, girl next door
raises the dead eyebrows of
aunt Bea and Mrs. Cleaver.
Both Kris and Mrs. Kringle think
that they have it all right.
Yeah, it's called Christmas "Inc"
So, the big sales start tonight.
Mrs at
Mrs at will
serve Mr Near when
Mrs Toward leaves her
chains in
the middle of a
ship docked at
Sydney Wharf.
spending less in the summer
for the winter,
Mrs little ant protects herself and
avoid hunger
in cold weather
Mistletoe hung over the door
Is something one can not ignore
But candy kisses
Console the Mrs.
Since facemasks just ruin the score
Mother Goose met Dr. Zeuss
They circled each other for a while
Mrs. Goose lunged for his caboose
He tickled her wit, then smiled
In a land of dreams and wishes
I come to steal your kisses
Make you smile
Stay for awhile
One day you'll be my Mrs
A burning desire
Sodom became ash for lust
Strewn in the gutter
No one desrved it
Like Mrs. Lot, for looking back
Her salt is preserved
The Devil sparkled in her eyes
And even winked between her thighs
Though he was pure
She had allure
So guess who got the booby prize?
Mrs. O'Leary
her eyesight bleary
bought an old used cow
But when it kicked
the proverbial bucket
all of Chicago screamed, "Ow!"
Mrs. Packer bought a weed whacker
So, her husband could trim the grass
But he was a slacker
Thus, ever after
The whacker was out of gas
Police arrested old Mrs. Brown
For walking around during Lockdown
She said it was hot
And simply forgot
She was wearing a sexy nightgown
“Ah, is it Mrs. Hartman?”
“Did she get sick?”
…
…
…
“Thanks, guys!”
“Bye, guy!”
It was a guy!
What does Santa do after Christmas?
Well if you want to know the truth
He parties hard with Mrs. Claus
Til they melt the snow off the roof
Form:
A lovely young lady named Betty
Was covered in coloured confetti
She had just wed
An Italian named Fred
And now she is Mrs Betty Borletti
Sweet, soft kisses
Could lead to being a mrs
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Santa’s elf pulled a quick prank
On Mrs. Claus, he didn’t think
He took her hot pie
And hid it up high
She found it, then gave him a spank
You are correct, it's true, fish no longer have fingers...between Mrs Paul's, and
me eatting them all up...now fish need artificial limbs...
Form:
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Australopithecus:
Denisovan, Neanderthal
Cro-Magnon, H. Sapiens
and I, Robot
would very much like you to meet us
Mrs Emma Peel
Undercover operative with true sex appeal.
Partnered with fellow Avenger John Steed
She helped battle villains perpetrating evil deeds.
pancake queen
corn dog princess
Mrs. Wheat
Sugar cane queen
All is well and good
But where is the Toilet Brush Princess
and the Dust Mop Queen?
Randolph Riggs was a house cleaner
who hungered for Mrs. McGleaner.
He made an advance
and unbelted his pants.
It's been ages since he's seen her.
Chocolate is all that she wishes
She adores all that Swiss is
I brought her a box
But she quick changed the locks
Guess I’ll go sleep with the Mrs.
Mrs. Clause cooked a pot of stew
The taste made Santa cry boo-hoo
He swallowed it quick
Seems that did the trick
But later, poor Santa couldn’t chew