Short Pram Poems
Short Pram Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pram by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pram by length and keyword.
Mayor McDuck is a major sham
Comes on really strong, “I am! I am!”
Puts up a great front
Some think it's a stunt
Needs to be driven around in a pram
Categories:
pram, funny,
Form:
Limerick
How would you describe a real man
One with muscles uses bad language like damn
Well slap my knee
They sit down to pee
With his normal image of pushing a pram
Categories:
pram, men,
Form:
Limerick
How would you describe a real man
One with muscles, uses bad language like damn
Well slap my knee
They sit down to pee
With his normal image of pushing a pram
Categories:
pram, men,
Form:
Limerick
There once was a kiddies teddy bears pram
Teddy never managed to stay in,damn
What a temper oh what a bore
Then Teddy feel and hit the floor
Ooh how I wish she was not such a sham .
Categories:
pram, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Acting like the man around an orangutan
beaten up so badly they wheel you in a pram
remember yesterday both your broken legs could stand
Acting like the man whose day hasn’t gone to plan!
Categories:
pram, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
If I were an English mum
I'd roll my baby in the pram
To the Costa Coffee Shop
Even in the rain
If I were an English dad
I'd wave them off with glee
Hop into my sports car
And date my secretary!
Categories:
pram, funny, silly,
Form:
Free verse
This is a first memory,
Walking next to the pram, you see,
My sister in her infancy,
It was long ago and far away,
Trudging on a hot summer's day,
Heat, dust and veil of flies,
Hot and thirsty, no surprise!
Categories:
pram, childhood, mother daughter, summer,
Form:
Free verse
In a market outdoors one day, Pam
was caught pilfering using a pram.
Fast away that lass flew
on the back of a ewe.
One might say she was then "on the lamb!"
For Brian Strand's All Yours (Jun 27) Poetry Contest
Categories:
pram, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Too much of this bitching and crying
When poetry is purely about trying
Toys thrown out of the pram
Simply who gives a damn
Or is it simply lies underlying
Memories from another poetry site, hence why I'm here!
Categories:
pram, culture, inspiration, inspirational, people, places, poems, words,
Form:
Limerick
I intend on escaping
Devise a plan
I cannot be kept
By my mum, in this pram
Sliding out easy
Her not knowing i can
Feeling my freedom and Joy
As i ran
sounds of my footsteps
Echo and Bang
Mum now behind me
The chase has began
Categories:
pram, 1st grade, age, baby, blessing, child, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
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"
Categories:
pram, funny
Form:
Limerick
Windswept, the rows of leaves descent.
Bereft the bare of toppling dreamt.
The lamb of fluffiness gives clue.
A pram does shake with laughter coo.
The revenue of shapes and hues,
For heaven sweeps, creates such views.
Plush yards of harvest dreams full tilt.
Postcards of dawn or dusk and gilt.
Categories:
pram, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
BLIND LOVE RIPPLES
In an elevator
on a tram
waves crashing
on the shore
the baby in the pram.
Darkness enveloping
drowning in a hole
on top of it all
the light in your eyes
is the clarity as you see the whole.
The spoke of a wheel
chattering on
the volcano's lava flow
is the eagles broken wing
in the scream of dawn.
Categories:
pram, devotion, love,
Form:
Blank verse
VENT
Those 4 letters hold the key,
They’re the fundamental difference between you and me.
For you are not woman,
You are a man.
You try to fix things,
I throw toys out the pram.
No solution is needed for every problem that's made,
Offer an ear and listen to my mad tirade.
Then when I am done my peace it returns,
For venting is essential to all womanly concerns!
Categories:
pram, funny, gender, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Jensen plays to the skinless drum
Ten chocolate soldiers melt down
by the campside
Platitudes of the night
crimson altar affairs preside
I have forgotten your face
wish i was a pram
under full moon
grateful to be the new born
like a newly hatched larvae
An urbane man chased by
bedraggled beagles
Forget the rest
cruelty at its own behest
treads to grey
Categories:
pram, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
A yummy mother with pram is walking
to west Dulwich from West Norwood
The blind lady walks under scaffold
the gyrating lumps of bolts
gerates her white stick
and your plimsole beggar man asks for a pious 50p piece
what he can buy Lord knows!
Your street preacher with only pigeons as an audience
conjures a better day
until the expected gales up lifting
the tiles as an erstwhile punishment
for repentance
Categories:
pram, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
A song is sung and bronze bell rung
An ode to youth’s flower taken, wrong
In forest of granite, the pillars of stone
The Easter Island faces groan
A young wife gazes to yawning future
For broken heart there is no suture
Bonny Lad so bright in heart, left his
Home a war to start
But now bouquet of splendid love,
Lies scattered on the wind, like dove
And if you see his lass with pram,
Remember how this poem ran.
Categories:
pram, grief, loss, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Calmest Grandma Sheep and her happy Grand -Lamb
Took a walk without a buggy, cart, stroller or pram.
Said Grandma Sheep, I can hold you tight this way.
It made both of them happy most of the day.
Grandma Sheep knew Grand-Lamb would grow up soon.
She loved her way past the mountains, stars and the moon.
Might be the last time she would let Grandma hold her in her arms.
So, she held Grand-Lamb tight, and smiled at all of her charms.
Categories:
pram, 4th grade,
Form:
Rhyme