Short On The House Poems
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An Irishman with a syndrome
Climbed onto my roof like a gnome
Said I with a stare
What thou wants isn’t there
Drinks are not on the house in this home!
This is the house that Jack built!
This is mortgage on the house that Jack built.
This is the rat that foreclosed on the mortgage
That was on the house that Jack built.
Form:
There was a master French chef named Pierre
Who fancied himself quite suave and debonair __
He once cooked a grouse
Said: "It's on the house" --
Too bad the Cosa Nostra'd ordered bear
~ Men vs Women ~
What every woman longs to hear…
I love you
You’re right
I appreciate what you’re doing
I respect what you’re saying
What any man wants to hear…
It’s Payday
It’s Friday
The first round is on the house
I’m not looking for a commitment
The light scatters,
The sun sets,
The purple twilight,
Brings a calm delight
Return home men weary,
Attempting to find a moment merry,
Kindle evening lights,
That illuminate their dull homes' nights.
With noiseless footsteps rises the moon
To dispel from the earth despairs soon,
Lays her gentle hand on the house,
To impart a night's repose.
Form:
Alcoholic
The first beer's on the house.
The rest will cost you dearly.
Goodbye family.
Goodbye dignity.
A rat crawls in my chest
demanding booze or death.
I stumble into church
and stumble in confession
and recite my sins and cry.
I stumble out the door
into the warmth of a bar
with friends who share
my bent view and
welcome me home.
The tree tired leaned
Against the old house
A ladder leaning
Against the massive
Tree front of the house
The ladder looked small
The tree branches dead
All the leaves were gone
It was an old tree
The tree tired
It could not stand tall
So it leaned on the house
It was ready to fall
All the tree needed
Was a guest of wind
To fall to the ground
Drink
Sipping
On a glass
Celebration
For success
Over enemies
Laugh out loud
Entertain a crowd
Dinner is on the house
Glass is exhausted of drink
He calls me to fill it up with more
I slip in the antidote, the cure
To the suffering of my people
Fill the glass with the drink
The tyrant laughs hard
His heart slows down
He clears his throat
He's grasping
Coughing
Choking
Poison
There she stands
in silent repose,
her hair rests at her shoulders
under little white bows.
She fixates on the house
in a field with no trees,
it's lone luminescent window
emanates unease.
The path ahead is trodden,
She's been here before,
The wheat grass lays flat and broken
right up to the door.
Although the sky is painted
with streaks of blackened clouds,
the house casts an eerie shadow
upon the barren grounds.
Oh, how I love a summer day
when I can go outside and play
with Puff, my dog, and Fluff, my cat-
who wait on the house steps or mat.
The flowers first, I have to tend;
must water them- their thirst to end
so they stay pretty- healthy too.
This is the first thing I must do.
And after that, when I am done
we play together and have fun!
I love how they both wait for me!
They make me happy as can be!
Growing on the house
Is a short vine plant
Spreading on the brick
Covering the side window
Blocking all the sunshine
Making the room of darkness
The vine leaf is planted
Along the wooden fence
When it begins to grow
Upwards on the fence
Then calms down and relaxes
Laying in the sun resting
It grows so very slowly
Stretching, crawling out
further
As far as it can go
The latches onto a tree
To spread out once more
,
These rectangles of wheat, that looks rather dashing
You smother with milk, then fun comes with smashing!
They give morning a boost !
Or can make a good roof….
In case of storm, when the house takes a thrashing!
I can stack them in rows on the roof, with my spouse
We will snack as we go, (a few tucked in my blouse)
Our breakfast a treat !
The morning complete !
The tummy is filled, plus a new roof on the house!!!
And Water! YES!
Complimentary;
"On The House!"
"Relectuntly,"
Muttered Under
Her Breath...
You Know?
We Have A LOT
Of Water,
Sooooo... Much...
Some Planets,
A LOT Of Places...
Nearly Everywhere!
Have Practically
NO Water
AT ALL.
You Should
Count Your Blessings...
Very Rare...
You Need To Know
How Extraordinary It Is
You EVEN EXIST!
What A Blessing To
Be Alive, To Be You!
Now, Here's Your Water!
(Slam!)
-Gray Squirrel
09-07-2025
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Frosty the snowman
Grandma got runover by a reindeer
Jingle bells
Silent night...
The most wonderful time of the year
Walking in a winter wonderland
Rudolph the rednose reindeer
Up on the house top...
Rockin' around the Christmas tree!
Hark the herald angels sing
Joy to the world
It came upon a midnight clear
Angels we have heard on high
Away in a Manger
He is still the Christ of Christmas!!
Still Emanuel
Go tell it on a mountain!!