Short Quarts Poems

Short Quarts Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Quarts by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Quarts by length and keyword.


Premium Member Understated and Misunderstood

Wily and creative in life, terrorizing in death
Understated breathless anticipation prances forth
jiggling quarts of kangaroo cacti exasperating my zany mother


Premium Member Death of a Thirsty Man

I once met a thirsty man from Poughkeepsie--uh, He drank four quarts a day of Diet Pepsi--uh, It was certainly no dry joke The over-saturated bloke Died from an extremely rare case of dyspepsia.
written June 17, 2021
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Room

A ROOM

You walls foreign holds up ceilings and floors
You influential windows and doors
My architectural flowers roses and daffodils
Eating quails, lobsters and pigeon feet
Dedicate tasty, never wasted
Quarts of oil long dead decomposed dinosaurs
What profits a man to gain all when lies in a casket dead


1/25/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.

Premium Member Bloodsuckers Blood Bank

Count Olaf Von Farlow was a few quarts low

He followed the scent, he followed his nose

Gonna do a fly-by, wide-eyed, don't you know 

Gotta do a fly-by low, to detect the flow

Now, Count Olaf's down, and he's blood bank bound

Incisors sharpened, with moldy, molded crown

That's "Olaf Von Farlow"...never hyphened

The Teller there, unaware...got siphoned
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Chili Cook-Off and the Aftermath

Two old guys who won ribbons each year made a bet as the contest drew near: If just one of them placed, then the other, in haste, would eat two quarts of chili, with beer. For a change, kudos came to just one. The hot chili with beer was no fun for the poor loser Bart who for two days did fart while Joe Lee was hailed second to none.
October 5, 2021
Form: Limerick


Ballad of a Drunken Lady

She drowns herself in pints and quarts
And finds solace in liquor bottles
She uses it to mend her broken hearts
Though she stumbles and topples

She decides her fate with alcohol
And speaks through sealed lips
And harshness bounces off her breath like a wall
After she has had a few sips

But dear God bless the tongue of the drunken
Lady, gentleman or naïve child 
Blinded by the bliss of wild desires,
Wasted away like rubbish beguiled.
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