Short Potbelly Poems

There is a potbelly in Kelly
  To whom it belongs  ‘Our Nelly’
   She’s banned from the pantry
    Works out in the gantry
     Her bikini versus the deli.

© Harry J Horsman  2010...

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If you have some points to prove,
You will have to your lips move,
You wish to another save,
Have to be The Brave,
You want your things grand,
Aim at Excellent Brand,
You don’t need your business to weep, 
Not a swell time release to sleep,
You like the sound of Tick-Tock,
Try to acquire a speaking clock,
You funnily want electric to spark,
Also you want an onlooker to bark…

If display you can a potbelly,
Claim the tickets of watchable telly....

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Sherman the snowman wanted a potbelly stove of gray.
He said I want to warm my hands in an igloo today.
His relatives were negative, they tried to discourage him.
But he stood a bit taller, sucked in his gut and jutted out his chin.

He was determined to warm his hands if he could.
Wish he’d change his mind, his mother said, I wish that he would.
But Sherman wanted what he wanted, and he stood by the heat.
And he slowly disappeared, into a puddle so incredibly sweet....

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