Short Old Bag Poems
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dog drops like an old bag of bones
tail chasing finished for now
he snores and gasps in monotones
I’ll come back as a pup next life, I vow
Is this what it seems?
Tune of "Islands in the Stream"?
Old bag singing in the shower,
Gravity sucks, with its dower,
You'll get old too, you see,
Don't laugh at old chicks like me!
mabe am a old hag
carry or old bag
you like shoes
that good new
you won't buy
i tell you no lie
am willing to sell
what you offer
don't ring abell
and that cool
am
JUST OLD NOT A FOOL
Form:
Said contrary and crabby Miss Muffet
“Hey eight-legs! Kiss my bare Tuffet!”
From above and beyond, Charlotte dropped a fine line
And bit the old bag where the sun doesn’t shine…
For Andrea’s clerihew contest
When I was a young'un on old Mother Earth
Believe me, this tale was surely an absolute first
She send me an old bag
Whose boobies did sag
Methinks this dude should've been totally reimbursed
© Jack Ellison 2015
I met a fellow from Lackamoral Town
He wore high heels and a luxurious gown
He said to me, “I do drag,”
I said to him, “Why, you old bag!”
To which he responded with an awful frown.
Written June 11, 2022
I have been attending to a sick Chevy.
My neighbor
who I never talk to
or about,
has left a note on the hood
of the truck...
both a warning and a threat:
that the cops have or will be,
or may in the future
be notified!
I think I will have to have
the vehicle humanely put-down.
There’s no fixing the old bag
next-door though.
Hail, citizens of Earth,
Here is a morning verse,
Good morning, let's all bless,
Whatever happens, do not stress,
We woke up, now smile!
Let's put smiles on our dials!
Let's build a bridge of hands,
Reaching out across the lands,
Good morning, world,
From this old bag girl,
Good morning, let's all bless,
Whatever happens, do not stress!
Baby snails had a garden race,
old gnome would time their hasty chase,
slow jo, low creep lined up at crease,
both bragged they would win it with ease,
the race started with wave of flag,
three feet from big pot to old bag
“Angels!” he said “can’t wait anymore!”
when the race finished they heard him snore!
1st placement
Written 07/March/2021
Eve Roper sponsored
Nursery rhyme poetry contest
syllables 8 each line and 9 last tow lines!