Short Peckish Poems

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Premium Member Welcome To Age Thirteen

angry pouty blonde wants straight hair
misunderstood redhead wants to be a blonde
annoyed brunette hates her mother and her curls
evasive curly-haired teen wants thinner hair
peckish thin-haired girl wants to be a redhead
Welcome to age thirteen


Hungry Or What

HUNGRY    OR    WHAT?


Wife said to me other day,
Like my new skirt?
Said  yeah,  but isn’t it a bit  shortish?
Not completely short but a little........


This afternoon  I asked her
Are we having dinner or what?
I’m feeling  a  bit  peckish.
She said,  ask me when you are totally peck, ok?

The Recipe For a Great Day

A few beams of sunshine with a draft of cooling air
Peckish taste for flavorsome things
A tune flying through your mind like a swift on the wing
Easily provoked laughter: childish, but clever
Everything and nothing to do, with no order in which to do them
Reminiscence of past great days and events
Enough company there for the day
A reassuring relax which reminds that all is clear for now
Form: List

Plumber Limerick

With plunger in hand Fred was called from his bed 
To the homestead of Sue a sexy redhead
The water bed pouring 
As hubby was snoring
Fred was fine-tuning Sue till sunrise instead

Hubby woke peckish and went down for some bread
He was still unaware yet of Sue and Fred
Fine-tuned to perfection
No fear of detection
Sang 'Move over Darling' and jumped in with Fred




5th January 2019
Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form: Limerick

Phone Bone Delight

PHONE BONE DELIGHT

A dog on a phone 
Rang, ‘Dial-a-Bone,’
He wanted a delivery
Made to his home.

He also asked for 
Small liver treats,
There’s nothing like dining
On two meats.

He smacked his lips
And howled at the moon,
Anticipating the delivery
Would be there soon.

When the van arrived
He tuckered in,
Growling and chomping
With his toothy grin.

Ah, there’s nothing like
Having a phone,
When I’m feeling peckish
I dial a bone.
Form: Rhyme


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