Short Nasties Poems
Short Nasties Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nasties by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nasties by length and keyword.
The world according to Jack is happy each day
A sunny disposition keeps the nasties away
My advice to all
Big or small
Act like some kiddies in an three act play
The world according to Jack is happy each day
A sunny disposition keeps the nasties away
My advice to all
Big or small
Act like some kiddies in an three act play
The secret to happy is lots of moolah
Not true, it's a rumor, a falsehood, pasha
Just check out the sun
Shines on everyone
Us guys, the nasties, even Donald Hooha
Pushing the limits, testing extremes
Expressing my feelings, exposing my dreams
Of a brand new world
No nasties hurled
Sitting down together, whatta a peaceful scene
Won't find any gloom if you visit my place
A long sour face is surely a disgrace
Not allowed here
Grins from ear to ear
Are all that's allowed, no nasties, not a trace
Try to be most perfect every single day
Sometimes slip and must keep the nasties at bay
But nine out of ten
I rebound and then
Back to Mr.Wonderful, and the sex games we play
Closing in on my eighty-second birthday
Still cookin' with gas, keeping the nasties at bay
Still feed myself
Body's still svelte
Can't stop the girlies from caressing my soufflé
Try to be perfect most every single day
Sometimes slip trying to keep the nasties at bay
But eleven out of ten
I rebound and then
Back to Mr.Wonderful, and the sex games we play
Life is filled with big ups and big downs
Filled with chuckles and also some frowns
Take the good with the bad
It's the best life you've had
Tell those nasties, “GET OUTTA TOWN!”
Life is filled with big ups and big downs
Filled with chuckles and filled with some frowns
Take the good with the bad
It's the best life you've had
Tell those nasties, “GET OUTTA TOWN!”
Oh joy, oh joy, it's another fine day
Another day to keep the nasties at bay
Just laugh in their face
They don't have a place
Those dirty little buggars, chase 'em away
© Jack Ellison 2015
Oh boy, oh joy, it's another fine day
Another day to keep the nasties at bay
Just laugh in their face
They don't have a place
Those dirty little buggers, chase 'em all away
© Jack Ellison 2015
No one knows what is DB
But these are Data Bases
If crime is planned
They're Pupidee
Their fingerprints and faces
Path to Justice do compute
Computer for the Justice
Whom do you defend in true
The privacy or nasties?
Desires,
fantasies,
sprung from gym-nasties.
Vivid thoughts during my workout,
will later become a reality.
Confidence prevails,
and I got you alone.
After two dinners,
a matinee,
and countless nude pictures
to my cellular phone.
I finally got you alone!!
In my penthouse suite,
room 223.
Warm Saki,
conversation,
a gentle massage.
I start with your feet.
Jared Pickett
12/29/09
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bull monster slumbers on the soft cloud of life
without stress or concerns, with no kind of stife.
his mama gave him the assignment all bull monsters want.
he rolls in his dreams, and his lips give a grunt.
does bull monster ever come down here? Asked my boy.
no, he stays there to guide us, giving us gulps of great joy.
he dreams our dreams first, filtering all of the nasties out.
bull monster wants us to sleep soundly, not nightmare about.
It is important we do not get our knickers in a pinch
And wind up acting like the mean, old Grinch
Especially during this season of happiness and cheer,
Let’s lay aside our nasties and unleash them next year.
Surely if we can be kind and patient for the while
From our critics, we will most likely elicit a smile,
And, who knows, we may even forget our discontents,
For “discretion is the better part of valor” makes sense.
written December 3, 2021
An open letter to chicks like thee,
You wait until you're nearly sixty-three,
You'll end up talking like me,
You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society,
Fine-thinking women, very snippy,
Got no time for nasties and rudies,
"What's this?" "What's for tea?"
"A plate of good manners from me!"
(And the Dead Grandmas Society!),
A fact of life, real scary,
When you're nearly sixty-three,
Words appear from the clouds, prithee,
You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society........