Short Puckered Up Poems
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I gave my love a sour pickle
His eyeballs then started to trickle
Puckered up was his mouth
And his tongue had gone south
To see him so gave me a tickle!
**for Pickles &Tickles limerick contest
sponsored by (Destroyer ((Poet
Categories:
puckered up, food, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Limerick
Pug puckered up
Gave the baby a kiss
No one noticed
Not his mother, father,
Or his nanny, a miss
Pug walked away, satisfied and happy
A dog who is sentimental and a bit sappy
Baby woke up and thought something was weird
But had no knowledge of the deed,
So no culprit was accused, convicted or cleared
Categories:
puckered up, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Jan, I hope you enjoy :)
THE RHYMING QUEEN OF POOP
Jan sits on her throne singing
Ting-a-ling tinkling
Wrapping TP ‘round and ‘round
Hoping solids come unbound
Queen of Poop’s puckered up
But happily she rhymes whilst a back-up
Yet relief emanates with a ka-boom
And an ah-ha whisked away with TP broom.
Categories:
puckered up, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
eagerly waiting his turn
pacing in the lineup
planned his strategy
his heart thumping
got to the kissing booth
puckered up his best pucker
for her lips so tender
he couldn’t resist
offered to pay double
for his guilty nibble
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on December 22, 2019 for contest KISSING CONTEST sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
puckered up, courage, desire, kiss, longing, teen love,
Form:
Free verse
You are known to raise blood pressure,
all my taste buds have puckered up;
A teaspoon’s like you’ve drank a cup,
I’m left buzzed on briny treasure;
Holding a sick sense of pleasure
just leaves me prone to overdose;
My off switch leaves me so morose,
I’m frozen by where hope is hung;
Heightened flavor sits on my tongue,
that taste as sweet as salt so close.
Categories:
puckered up, emotions, feelings, longing,
Form:
Other
The Blarney Stone
It was a bucket list I had to fill
I puckered up and felt the chill
The stone was cold upon my lips
The ledge was hard beneath my hips
Within my head a bell had rung
And words were forming on my tongue
Stories for the young and old
Simply waiting to be told
A scrap of paper and a pen
I jot a line down now and then
In hopes someday someone will read
The gift of gab? A gift indeed
Categories:
puckered up, places,
Form:
Rhyme