Short Pat Poems
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we did it all
made the call
and didn't fall
when time got ruff
got over the bad stuff
its a fact no stepping back
give your self a
PAT ON THE BACK
we did it all
made the call
and didn't fall
when time got ruff
got over the bad stuff
its a fact no stepping back
give your self a
PAT ON THE BACK
we did it all
made the call
and didn't fall
when time got ruff
got over the bad stuff
its a fact no stepping back
give your self a
PAT ON THE BACK
Pat and Vanna, Vanna and Pat
Co-hosts forever, never had a spat
What, you say NEVER???
Well seldom if ever
At least on screen, 35 years holy crap!
Butty girl, butty girl strip woman
Shake dem butty as fast as you can
Let me pat it and prick it then you will see
You’ll have a bun in de oven which will look just like me
Dined at an upscale steak house last night
Served by a sweetie so charming and bright
Made our evening
And as we were leaving
Patted her on the bum what great delight
Frequented an upscale steak house last night
Served by a sweetie so charming and bright
Made our evening
And as we were leaving
Patted her on the bum much to MY delight
Again, I felt it skip a beat;
the heart goes pitty-pat.
It seems I am dehydrated;
I can’t imagine that.
If you don’t mind, I think I’ll pass;
I cannot down another glass
until I first excrete.
trumpeting the deportation of Tren de Aragua killers
only one democrat stood up, few even clapped
if congress isn’t united about that
it’s a good thing the president’s not standing pat
Rat-a-tat and pit-a-pat!
‘Pon my word!
Pit-a-pat and rat-a-tat!
It’s a bird –
A woodpecker knocking!
Loudest I’ve heard!
His noise shocking!.
Thrashing the habitat.
His visage mocking.
Once Pat was approached at the corner street
By Johnny, with his offer, indiscreet.
She pulled out her poet's wit
With sharp metaphoric grit,
And blew his macho off into dead meat.
March 30, 2023
Pitty Pat the wonder cat
Ate more than a gutter rat
A wonder but really fat
Beaten with a baseball bat
Now there's no more Pitty Pat
I wonder wonder where she's at
Under ground or in a vat
Or eaten by that gutter rat
Pat a cake pat a cake baker man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Hurry up fatty I’ve not got all day
With service like this you expect me to pay?
It hasn’t been pricked or marked with a “B”
Now how can I give that to baby for tea?
Pat Garrett sent Billy to heaven -
plugged 'im with slugs, numbering seven.
How he got to heaven, I don't know -
that lowdown, no-count so and so.
The Kid grew wings, said, "Glory hallelujah -
up here, bullets go straight through ya."
Count Pat was a bald aristocrat
Dreamt of becoming a bureaucrat
He loved riddles and red tape
Leaving folks with mouth agape
Cherishing all games of mouse and cat
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on August 31, 2018 for contest ANY ANIMAL OR CREATURE LIMERICK sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 2ND
rat a tat rata tat a tat
there was a fat cat named pat
who fell asleep on a mat
woke up to tat a tat tat
or a sound something like that
found out it was made by a rat
that’s why the tune was flat
cause a rat can’t meow like a cat
rat a tat rat a tat tat
01/17/2021
Written for contest Tongue Twister Challange
Sponsor Joe Sandler
There once was a lass who waddled.
She liked running, but she dawdled.
With one terrible roar,
She fell hard to the floor.
Pat gave up eating Mac Donalds!
11/1/2024 Poem 4
She was waiting for Pat to come around.
To figure out that she was the one to be found.
He left with dollies on his arm, to the boats.
She did not mind, he was sowing his oats.
I will always be here, she thought, and rightly so.
She had nowhere else to be, nowhere to go.
Other men invited her to do this and that.
But she was saving herself for her friend Pat.
The blue skies are clear again,
No wind tears apart,
yet the sound of pounding rain
beats against my heart,
The clear sky will darkle soon,
Thunder will go boom,
Prepare to hear rain's sweet tune,
And watch lightning zoom,
Listen to that faint drumming,
That relentless din,
Pit-pat, the rains are coming,
I feel it within.
All I wanted was simple
to be held, to be noticed
to feel like I mattered
in someone’s quiet way.
But here I a
reaching out into nothing
hoping for a hand
to remind me I’m still whole.
And it hurts
not like a cut or a bruise
but like a heart
that kept believing too long.
I only wished for a thank you
a soft word, a nod
but what I get instead
is silence that feels like a slap.
Pat on the back makes someone eased,
Filling the heart with joy or pride;
It makes one feel so excited,
Setting all of his fears aside.
Negative thoughts are thrown away,
Bringing them all to oblivion;
Exulting in sheer happiness,
He has leaped for satisfaction.
Discarded doubts are left behind,
Never will they remain on track;
Real confidence will truly boost
Because of the pat on the back.
Pat the Nonagenarian
No one would guess Pat was over ninety
She'd had pins and tucks, is trim and lively
With implanted bust
Inflated buttocks
She drives men crazy, undeniably.
That is till they get her into the sack
Pat can't raise a smile as her face would crack
Her buttocks and bust
Pop when they are touched
Sadly for Pat no man ever comes back.
26th May 2021
The list of infractions
caused many to bypass Miss Pat’s residence
Home for Glistening Seniors.
Many moved toward more lively establishments
That allowed fraternizing, drinking and dancing
All the things her home banned.
Miss Pat had dispensed with two rules
hoping to win them back.
Going to bed at seven
and waking up at four a.m.
She liked to serve breakfast at five.
Apparently it was not enough.
She was out of business in a short time.
the second Pat walks into the room
I sense the cloud that is over her head
It is gray, gloomy, full of grouse and gripes
She does not have to open her mouth
for me to recognize it is there
a storm ready to burst open
flooding the room with negativity
trying to flush away all laughter and mirth
I run from the room the second I see her
My feelers on “ready alert”
flight or fight popping in and out of my brain
I know Pat, I used to live with her.
(DEDICATED TO PAT HINGLE WHO DIED JANUARY 3, 2009.)
He was very talented and he had many fans.
He starred as Commissioner Gordon in Batman.
When he guest starred on the Andy Griffith Show, everybody laughed.
He nearly died in 1960 when he fell down an elevator shaft.
He starred in Hang 'Em High and in Sudden Impact.
It was a sad day when he died and that's a fact.
When you get down to it, he was a great guy.
Now many people are sad because they have to say goodbye.