Short Mullet Poems
Short Mullet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mullet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mullet by length and keyword.
Grayish colored sky
Mullet running with the tide
From white breakers fly
By Robb A. Kopp
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Categories:
mullet, sea
Form:
Haiku
An Art found a mullet
a little bitty seed
finding herself prisoner
the little seed did plead.
If you'll be so kind
and thus set me free
I will give you hundreds
who taste as good as me.
And so he did.
Categories:
mullet, wisdom, youth,
Form:
ABC
Houston Houston, we have a problem.
My wife has created a mayhem
She is stuck in the gullet
It's not my wife,a mullet
She has just reached her cerebellum
Categories:
mullet, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Prayer
Subtle Lord I ask for me,
That I should be reborn for eternity,
resurrection, suits me fine, any color any clime,
on me death bed set me free,
jerk my spirit out of me,
agree I do, to come again,
poor old memory gone and then,
baby mullet swimming see,
baby Johnson is it he,
then there I be.
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Categories:
mullet, adventure, me, me,
Form:
Ballad
When handed a stuffed pullet
looks like a stunned mullet
should I turn surly
in high dudgeon
please don't bludgeon
this old curmudgeon
and not to be outdone
altho' I am an only son
blame my parents
by all means
as I'm the result
of their poor genes
which run the gamut
of the spectrum
but I don't care one bit
not a jot nor give a sh*t
more politely put
I really couldn't render
a rodent's rectum
Categories:
mullet, animal, bird, fun, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
The Haircut
Written: by Miracle Man
5/16/2020
My hair is too long due to barbershops shutting,
I trim best I can but my hair sure needs cutting.
Today, on the street i stand silently waiting,
this one man barber shop now has me debating.
Gloves on, face masked, thinking is it worth my travail?
and my glasses start to fog each time i exhale.
It appears COVID-19 has ushered the mullet back,
but all things being equal I won’t hear much smack.
Categories:
mullet, life,
Form:
Rhyme
One night an octopus said,
Those whelks should be in bed.
Said the herring to the plaice,
Would you please say grace.
"I say" said a passing whale,
"Is that kipper for sale."
There is somethingvery odd,
Repied a bewildered cod.
"Excuse me" asked the shark,
"Did you hear that dogfish bark".
The haddock with a smile serene,
Said the mermaid is our queen.
May I join you said the seal,
To the mackerel with some appeal.
Of course the snapper replied,
Yes,yes the mullet cried.
Categories:
mullet, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme