Short On The Lam Poems
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he made me what i am
am am not on the lam
i do the right thing
am what love brings
i say this with a smile
AM A GODS CHILD
I seem to be in a jam.
I don't know who that I am.
I woke up this morning,
Without any warning,
Gee, I hope that I'm not on the lam!
I once swung from a tree on a noose,
but I was picked, and I rolled loose.
Yet it's times just like these,
when they put on the squeeze,
that I become fresh orange juice.
Mommy, why's that man not wearing a mask
Shh, darling, it's not nice of you to ask
That's quite alright, ma'am
I'm out on the lam
I've got to see to fill up this here flask
The Sadness Between The Trees
Back woods of her mind
Flocks of bare lamb on the lam
Running from bad wolves
10/19/17
Inspired by following the Halloween Senryu - Poetry Contest
heiress on the lam
great romantic comedy. . .
won top five Oscars
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
Cecil B DeMille
Buttons the clown on the lam. . .
dramatic train wreck
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
Timothy Smith, the poetry man
Pen me a lim'rick as fast as you can
Could win some stuff
A bit later we'll discuss
Recently heard you're out on the lam
© Jack Ellison 2015
Keep your tentacles away from me
Touching your body stings like a bee
Pardon me, for I am on the lam
Foot crushed by the shell of a clam
Pray you won’t follow me as I flee
Yesterday, it was the tortoise and the hare.
Today, another unlikely pair -
an alley cat, a stolen car,
and a mouse on the lam who wouldn't get far -
two double crossers, one prayer, "God willing,
all I ask, 'a drive-by killing'".
My pork chop ran off with a leg of lamb
Had a car accident and I mean - BAM!
The first one on the scene was my sweet old gram.
Luckily she had her video cam.
Filmed the lovers running on the lam.
We laugh at that tape whenever we can!
In reply to Graig's contest using the example he supplied, with minimum effort on my part.
She signed her name, "Mary"
And she knew that she'd been had
Now, she'd never get the A
So she took it on the Lam....................................b
Definition of a friend, one who'll help you move
A REAL friend will help you move a body, that's proof
Please keep this quiet, a friend I am
Far as I know, he's still on the lam
If I hear anymore, I'll keep you updated on this goof
Definition of a friend, one who'll help you move
A REAL friend will help you move a body, that's proof
Please keep this quiet, a friend I am
Far as I know, he's still on the lam
If I hear more, I'll keep you up-to-date on this goof
One day, a convict got away, and went out on the lam.
And on the sly, he did buy, his very own kitchen cam.
Wanting to glow, in a reality show, though not a ham.
This jailbird, much preferred, to star in the Joy of Spam.
For Rhyme Battle contest
Definition of a friend is one who'll help you move
A REAL friend is one who'll help you move a body, that's proof
Please keep this quiet, a friend I am
Far as I know, he's still on the lam
If I hear any more, I'll keep you posted on this goof
I’m just a free-range wino on the lam,
A low-rent resident of any circus tent
Accepts me as the reprobate I am.
I don’t speak Texan and I don’t intend to,
But I’ll pretend to be a rodeo clown.
I’ve got a box of bad intentions.
Gonna drink that vino down.
In vino veritas.
In a market outdoors one day, Pam
was caught pilfering using a pram.
Fast away that lass flew
bareback on a young ewe.
One might say she was then "on the lam(b)."
For john freeman's limerick contest.
If I have to name a category, I'll call this one
"use of an expression inside a limerick"
Where is it? Where is it?
My lonely lower appendage heaved a sigh
His shoe had gone on the lam
I searched until my end's wit!
But what do I see..with Spot in the dirty backyard pit?
Is that a bone of ham?
Why, its a moccasin, buried laces high!
"Hey! That's my shoe," I cry
And Spot just barked at me in reply
I am bored with work.
My job is mundane.
Somedays it seems
I might go insane.
It's the same thing
day after day,
but I have no choice,
I need the pay.
My job is boring,
disenchanted I am.
If I win the lottery
I'm going on the lam.
~~by Francine Roberts ~~
for Linda Marie's "I Am Bored With___" contest
For: Scavenger Hunt
In Honor of: ~Constance~Rambling Poet
Rambling around in a traffic jam,
Poetess naked and on the lam.
Constance’s very neat trick,
Behind a thin chopstick,
In the buff, dreaming a bluff, dream scam!!
Though diligently she did try,
`T was a failure to dignify,
By her most classic stance,
For without any pants,
Did lose her chance she had to buy!!
Note: From Constance's Poem "Traffic Jam"
My beginnings were ever so humble
To this day I wear others' rags
I'm bungled, fumbled and tumbled
My owner usually brags
Diamonds all shapes and sizes
Multicolored rainbows and rings
Always loved and needled
And thrown on kings and queens
You can buy me at a boutique
If I'm given I'm normally at my peak
In the summer I go on the lam
Please tell me what I am.
challenge from Linda (Poet Destroyer)
anyone can answer please,feel free
Did you happen to see old Sam?
He's my poor turtle on the lam
It happened he was told
That his body had been sold
To a restaurant in the city
Where the cook had little pity
On the stove he put the pot
And the veggies that he got
But he had no turtle meat
So decided he would cheat
Chicken tastes about the same
Or so the turtles always claim
So his turtle soup became a mock
Cause he made it with chicken stock
!
For the Turtle Soup Contest
Creeping around not showing myself to anyone
They keep looking but I will wait until they’re done
I have all the time in the world
As I sit and watch the world meld
I remember most things up to the day
When I was stabbed and he ran away
I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes
And must have slept some as a time went by
So I hang around here now
Waiting for the boys to take a bow
It’s best to lay low on the lam
To get my cut of the gang’s latest scam.
© Paul Warren Poetry