Short Out Of Town Poems
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They couldn't sit down 'till they got it out of town.
To send it back was nice,
But who'd have bet the odds,
They'd send it back with mice,
And golden emerods.
There was once a bad teacher at school.
She called us mean names, and was so cruel.
We wrote up a clear petition.
Getting her out, was our mission.
She was led out of town on a mule.
There was an old maid named Clorenza Brown.
She had her eye upon Willian Lee Crown.
She baked him apple pie
the hard crust was so dry
that poor William caught first stage out of town.
Why does the phone weigh 800 pounds
when I pick it up to call an old acquaintance of mine
I stagger and stammer and put the phone down
anyway, he was probably out-of-town
ROAD TO SLOVENIA in Haiku
H 13...In A Bosnian Village
"Burn the houses down
gather all the people up
bus them out of town."
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Will miss my souper friends
But need some beach time
Need some sun and fun
Seafood and junk food
Vacation is on the way
Will return on 5/29/10
I can smell the salt spray
Just got to get away!!
Form:
There once was a zebra from China.
Who liked to sing songs in D minor.
His voice was the rage
When they put him on stage.
He rode out of town a headliner!
For Deborah Guzzi's Limerick II Contest
It's warm with clouds of grey. It might rain to my dismay. *Sigh* Why must the sun come now when we must go out of town? On thus fine day when I wish to Dine in the gaze of the blue crystalline skies? Oh Hark' woe is me.
Get ready for the beatdown the one that will kick you out of town. Rodney Mack the
clown will be beat down and in a ditch he will be found as still as a rotten switch.
You'll call Nikki not that stupid witch you with!
Scanning through my memories of times now long past.
I cannot recall a more sorrowful, lonesome sound.
Than the late night, wailing, mournful moan of a distant steam whistle blast.
As a huge steam locomotive bids farewell on its way out of town.
An extragalactic out-of-town adventure is what you need.
Your imagination fresh like Einstein’s, not going to seed.
I would loan you my purple rocket ship, but it is out of fuel.
Let’s meet back tomorrow in our assigned seats at this boring school.
My muse is stuck on a rhyme
Not a lyric or stanza around
I need a tone and a pitch to be found
Harmony went out of town
Who is online doesn’t know
Someone took free verse
My followers have all left
My spell check doesn't work
My Muse is Cooked
OOB = Out of Business
OOT = Out of Town
OOL = Out of Luck
ARD = All Run Down
OMG = Oh My God!
WAB = What a Bod!
OTL = On the Loose
OTJ = Off the Juice
OOO = Out of Order
ATB = At the Border
MAD = Much Ado
ABOUT YOU!
There was a cat from the city
who thought she was purrfectly pretty
But a dog chased her down
Almost running her out of town
And that did upset Miss Kitty
You best be believin'
That Miss Kitty got even
She rounded up a cat posse
And they scratched up the doggie
Now the poor mutt is grievin'
my car broke down
when i went out of town
i got mad and kicked the fender
i never should have took the lender
so i had it towed back to town
and then i saw that stinkin clown
and then i started to frown
it's been a long day
so i went home to my wife
i wonder if i can continue my life.
The Sabbath comes in so soon
Unlike lazy Fridays in June
A light lunch, say grace, turn around
The sun on it's way out of town
A long night is a gift for sleeping
Sabbath rest, all of us keeping
But once again, short is the day
Synagogue, meal and snooze ~
~ Goodbye, Saturday
My daughter says
I hate my cell phone.
I always have to call home
When I get there,
Where I’m going, with whom and when.
Flashback to me at her age
Coming home from a conference
Out of town
My mother worried at half past twelve
When she thought I should be home at ten
I wish I had a cell phone then.
Form:
The winds have shifted; the sky has turned dark
The leaves have all fallen, their branches now stark
Tidy lawns reveal bare spots, withered grass all around
Dawn's of chirping bereft; geese stream out of town
So too our love, once so warm, invaded by the chill
Of Autumn's grim march, over meadow and hill
In my friends old farm house out of town
Messing around with a Ouija board, a frown
A spirit claimed it was ten years old
And was killed on the property, sold
He came to say his last goodbye,
Knock was spelt on the board, a sigh
Three raps on the window pane
A hand running down my mane.
29.10.2020.
Spooky Rhyme.
April showers, shaking flowers;
`A la belle `etoile.
Always wishes, almost kisses;
`A la belle `etoile.
Whispering hush, carefully rush;
`A la belle `etoile.
Shadowing near, moonlighted here;
`A la belle `etoile.
Two dark doors down, then out of town;
`A la belle `etoile.
And then you smile, at least a while;
`A la belle `etoile.
He hid his Draconian side from her
She was a Pollyanna, her heart pure
Her family disliked him immediately
His serpent-like qualities most of them could see
He whisked her away, out of town and state.
Chastised and chided her if she was missing or late
She had to give away her family and friends.
No one ever knew when or where her journey ends.
summer began
and we were just friends
now im missing you when youre not around
too far gone and out of town
out of sight
but always on my mind
thinking about you gives me chills
the way you leave me feeling almost kills
out of breath,
hand shaking
someone took the air
missing you more as the days slowly pass
wondering and wishing that this summer love will last
I met an old man
On my way out of town
The old man is me
If you don't understand
And the way out of town
Is the death of myself
Talking in metaphors
Makes it easier to deal
I turn and I find
Myself on the ridge
Looking back on the streets
Of when I was a kid
I turn round in time
As time turns around
With the old man in me
On his way out of town
Watch my face
as time fades away
see my expression
that show no affection
so right now,
get out of town
before you cause a
circus clown to deeply frown
we say get out
and to leave town
sometimes we cry
and sometimes
hide lies
no one knows how
or why princesses wear gown
but life is full of hardships
and for boys and girls
we just hit and *****
A mania she could not explain made her devise the plan:
No one could know where or what place she may have gone
If so, I’m not sure they’d tell; conclusions would be drawn:
Tomorrow, perhaps an answer will come, before the setting sun; but,
Really does it matter to anyone? Are we not all out of ‘town’?
Actually, yes I think it matters for many; especially matters to one.