Short Old Codger Poems

Short Old Codger Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Old Codger by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Old Codger by length and keyword.


Premium Member Summer at the Beach

there is an old codger named Grimes
goes to the beach at summer time
he sits in his chair
and can’t help but stare
at all the young women’s tan lines
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Poetic Justice

A pickpocket named Dodger
lived to become an old codger,
alas a walking stick and heaps of pain
his getaway speed sadly on the wane.

© Harry J Horsman  2010
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member It Was a Bit of a Cock Up

A randy old codger called Pete His actions were quite indiscreet His passionate whirl With a sexy girl Brought the patter of tiny feet! 01~24~17
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Old Codger Crotchfield

Old Codger Crotchfield of Livermore
Knows of no child he does not deplore
When kids trick or treat
He throws them pig's feet
The next day raw eggs cling to his door

Written 10/17/22
Form: Limerick

Shiver Me Timbers

SHIVER ME TIMBERS!

Once a cut-throat and cannon ball dodger
Now a one legged salty old codger
But when ship enters docks he
Will look up an old doxy
And hoist up with a good Jolly Roger
Form: Limerick


Premium Member R I P

Here lies my dear brother Fred who passed in the prime of his life. By huffy old codger shot dead while shagging the codger’s young wife.
September 17, 2018
Form: Epitaph

Premium Member Lucky Is a Hit

I am bringing my puppy, the old codger said.
The rest of the foursome were less than pleased with young Lucky.
But the puppy was no trouble, and helped their team get ahead.
Many others let them play through, to get to pet the sweet puppy.

Premium Member Local Curmudgeon

A surly old codger in Panama City Said of the annual tourists "What a pity!" Groused at the snow birds With crudest curse words While chanting a mariner's naughty sea ditty.
Written May 8, 2021 in Panama City Beach, Florida
Form: Limerick

Old Codgers

Two old codgers in rocking chairs
Half time talking, half time stares

Reminiscing about their life
Integration of peace and strife

Will I now be condescending
Maybe to the point of offending

No, that's not the way it will be
Because one old codger is me!
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Concerto Moronica

Hey Wiil- boy, how r u?  I did write a piece with the above title, way back in 1970...
(Imagine what an old codger I am)  I will play the Fugue "Little" in D 
minor....because my talent is "little" and my music teacher always gave me a D 
minor...ha ha ..what'cha doin' up so late, dude??
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Rogering Roger

The gals are besotted with Roger,
he's famed for the size of his todger,
they pay for his time
(he charges a dime) -
he's ninety but not an old codger.

No need of Viagra in force
as Roger's ancestors were Norse
(and vikings were known
for getting a bone) -
his resume says, 'Intercourse.'
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Codger (Bawdy Limerick)

An oldish codger from Newfoundland
thought to pleasure himself with his hand;
but though he was bent on
achieving a hard-on,
things simply didn't go as he planned!

The old codger, upon circumspection,
knew t'was futile to get an e***tion.
With a dong so flaccid,
limp, flabby and vapid,
he knew he'd need a doctor's inspection.
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Old Codger and Baby Bunny

So, this bunny was really hungry I guessed.
The old weathered snail was testy in his nest.
That bunny was trying to steal our carrots he said.
This old codger was wrinkled, older, should have been dead.

That baby bunny must have been hungry to dig.
I said to this old codger, whose hair should have been a wig.
He is a thief! The old geezer said, not giving the baby a chance.
I walked away rapidly, almost doing a dance.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Snakes He'd Shoo

Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric A bold gent with such clout All Eire’s snakes he shooed out Never has there been a saint so theatric!
Robert
I am an old codger geriatric But I will raise a toast to ST. Patrick For shooing those snakes Away for our sakes He definitely was Saint Fantastic
Beryl
Form: Limerick

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