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Short Raffle Poems

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


Dad
dad
the way you always wanted
your lucky son
to hold the raffle tickets
at the hamfests we attended...

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Categories: raffle, appreciation, father son,
Form: Tanka



Premium Member Rampant Rabbit - For Jack
Huge raffle prize proved quite a shock A chocolate bunny in a 2 pound block Son nibbles its ears and then its ...elbow Dirty minds cease - this rabbit's a doe! 5/11/19
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Categories: raffle, chocolate, easter, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Please, Mum
Mum's just made a lovely cake
She has just put it on the table
I wish I could have a slice
I'll ask Mum if I'm able
She said no emphatically
And please do not snaffle
I did not make the cake for you
I made it for a raffle...

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Categories: raffle, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Raffle Boy
Nineteen-0-Nine World's Fair in Seattle, a one month old orphaned boy was raffled off and someone won, but nobody claimed him. *The event was the introduction of an incubator for premature births. Unfortunately, the ultimate destiny of the child was still under investigation at the time, to-date, his whereabouts still remain unknown. Date: 06/22/2019
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Categories: raffle, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form: Tanka
Town
This town is old and cold and sick and sad
It’s every dark lit street 
you’d never walk down willingly
It’s every gas pump in the rain
With drain pipes working slowly
It’s every face that sags in knowing
They will always be this way
It’s every promise made to no one 
Of a better life some day
It’s every desperate raffle, every bet, every gamble, every trade
And It’s wishing on a star to take it far far away...

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Categories: raffle, angst, winter,
Form: Free verse



Money a Cruel Agent 4
The only big struggle
Is for money bristle
Finishes like a bubble
When we see Sin puddle.
Is this so thing doddle?
Actually it is a circle
Vicious; none to fiddle
As it makes one nuzzle
In their cozy castle.
Earlier there was raffle;
Making us quite subtle
In all innate our struggle.
Money’s single ripple
Can conscience straddle
Into treachery subtle.
So dear when see boodle
Don’t forget to whistle;
And flee away with chuckle
From this vicious girdle....

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Categories: raffle, money,
Form: Monorhyme

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