Short Mum Poems
Short Mum Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mum by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mum by length and keyword.
Study!study!study!
Mum says,yelling each day.
If only she could understand
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
I was born at a very young age.
First the head, then my bum.
Uncertain of which town it was.
Just in the bed with mum.
Mrs Rylie
Eaty
Really
Rocks at
Yelling
Coming
Holiday season
Rylie
Is
Somewhat
Terribly nice
Mum
Also thinks
She's silly!
Philip Larkin
an English poet to whom we hearken
invoked his Mum and Dad
in words now famous, funny but some consider bad.
Strength personified
Undoubtably
My mentor-
My friend-
My guide-
Your unconditional love,
Forever and always, by my side
I’m the lady with a big bum
A man offered quite a sum
Of money to play
With my bum he’d pay
Until I reached out to his mum
rIse and be sssh y
lIl dandy lying
ohh ver mts
and into molehills
allinone GIANT
l e a p
with asking
your (MuM).
My mother’s hands
never told me they love me.
But when they touched me,
all my wounds
understood that love
needs no words.
Like father like the son.
Like mother like the son.
I behave like mum,
i think like daddy.
charity begins at home.
dean wood,
is no good,
chop him up,
for fire wood.
a rhyme my mum used to sing to me when i was a child?
go figuire.
Am i right to post on here,
am i right for bending your ear?
me mum told me id never be no good,
cos nothing ever becomes of wood
Dennis was a Dork
Who would not use a knife and fork
He knew it was rude
To handle his food
So his mum shut his mouth with a cork
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.
spooky ghost.
hautning ghost
your mum
your mum
boo!
poopoopeepee yourself.
an enderpearl
When Jesus Christ was, "Sir Come Sized"
His mum said, "That was ill-advised!
In a pinch
One more inch
Can certainly be organised!"
Soldier on my Son
If not for me
Then for your Mum
For you are the bread winner now
The Man of the House
Our Family Rock
Mum had a chat with her daughter
And she urgently besought her
Not to be bedding
Before the wedding
Or she’d be late at the altar
A publican who loved to boast
Claimed to be the host with the most
His daughter said
Her mum was dead
So all he got gave up the ghost
Some bum
drank rum
Fi - fie
fo - fum
Blood smelled
he yelled
Turned glum
'twas Mum
A lady out looking for fun
Sat down for a drink at Bar Nun
No wallflowers there
Just ladies half-bare
All missing the warmth of the sun
Its true that your mum knew a cad
But no call for you to feel sad
For all said and done
It wasn't much fun
Someone had it in for your Dad
Mum sent me off to Sunday School
To learn about the Golden Rule
But Satan said,
"Look! Ilene's shed!
What shall we do for May Day Fool?"
Only four weeks old
Staring at a bare light-bulb
Screaming for my Mum
Inspired by Danielle White’s competition
“My Earliest Memory”
My Mother liked to whistle
Which made my Father bristle
Although Mum whistled well
Dad thought it unladylike for a gel
To whistle, abyssal
To celebrate Cinco de Maio
She set her vibrator on "Gyro"
It started to hum
When in walked her mum
Et voilà! The State of Ohio!
I pictured her milking an udder
And it made my whole body shudder
Then mum piped up,
"Forget her, pup!
She's bound to be some buddy's mudder!"