Short Rammed Poems
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There once was a wealthy tycoon
Who loved piloting his balloon
In Albuquerque
He rammed a turkey
And landed a wee bit too soon
There was a man from Gloat
He snuck behind a goat
He had a bit of pot
Flanked the animals blind spot
Roger rammed it up to it’s throat
Yam the ram is mean and a glutton
With his head he is always button
One day Yam Rammed Ewe
Ewe went in a stew
And since then they call Ewe mutton!
Santa showed signs of the virus
a test was less than desirous
swabs rammed up his nose!
he kept his eyes closed
daydreaming of Milee Cyrus
you shouldn’t eyeball pretty girls
driving your 10-speed bike in heavy traffic
~ rammed back of pickup van
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
the bee was unable to pass through the window pane
it was puzzled because it could see nothing there
so rammed itself against it again and again
after some time it became exhausted
soul finally free, body to rest lain
Frosty the Snowman took a hike
Fell over some kid’s ten-speed bike
Rammed his carrot nose in the ground
Two coal eyes were all they found.
written December 21, 2021
[originally written for Tania
Kitchin's funny 4-liner contest]
Ravishing Rosie Redbud raced red roadsters rapidly down the roadside.
Racing recklessly, Rosie Redbud rammed Roger Reynold's red ranger,
resulting in ruined wrecks and a raving, ranting Roger.
Ravishing Rosie wreaked havoc with tongues.
For Gwen's Tongue Twister contest
for those of us
who grew up
on the farm
rammed down our throats
that there’s no such thing
as a free lunch
still keeping our nose
tightly to the grind
such days bursting now
with feelings of entitlement
reach worlds beyond
our boggled comprehension
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 17, 2020
Girth,
at birth,
was slender,
and fragile tender,
like stem,
when youth rammed,
with strength in jammed,
like a storing pot,
when began the middle rot,
as the middle advanced to higher ages,
the pot hung,
as if it was another storey and rung,
now at the death all appears waste,
as badly hung and bowed is my waist.
Controversial boxing legend with a distinctive lisp, "Iron Mike" Tyson.
The sheer impact of his punch? Probably like being rammed by a Bison.
Ex-convict/former bad boy; paid his debt to society without exemption.
Came out of prison, got boxing license back, took road to redemption.
Date written: 06/03/2023
Crack open the front door
Oh so gingerly
Extend your neck
Chin thrust forward
Your nose edges out...side
POW! YOU ARE RAMMED!
By a Wall
Of the hottest air
This Side of Hell
Tuck your chin back in...side
Wince ... once
Wince ... twice
Blink salty tears stream down your face
Your January Dream come true!
It was December twenty-fourth
when Rudolf went on a bender.
This red-nosed hero from the north,
a lousy driver, drink did render.
He went out on a tear
and rammed into Blitzen's fender.
Santa was in despair
Rudy broke his leg, needed a public defender.
Rudolf's gal said she'd guide the sleigh,
though she was another gender.
Now, Saint Nick was on his way,
when Rudolf, he did lend her.
Weathervanes were once practical
indicators of matters meteorological –
wind speed and direction, notably –
found on house and barn roofs mostly.
Nowadays of course they’ve rarely seen
replaced by weathermen on TV screens.
In winds of very high velocity
they whirl and blurr to non-identity.
And many a mortified pig
whirling wildly like a whirligig
has had it’s snout rammed clear
up its rear, at least it would appear.
Knowing Knob Enlightenment
For fifty years I rode and rammed,
With Mr Knobby never planned,
Like the other dum, dumb, dum, dumm, damned,
Until I got enlightenment,
The nose cap on the missile end,
It tickles if you use it when,
Access denied, nose cap it sends,
The ladies just excitement,
Tremors of entitlement,
So think about it then?
No brain-dead-headed men ?
Short jabs inside, it’s meant
The rapture of alignment…
Don Johnson
I asked the suicide bomber,
“why you want to throw yourself
to your death
scattering arms and legs ?”
A beautiful moon
then,rammed into a golden lake
to find the secret age of
a wee god.
I felt the colossal waste
and said, look within first
and then cross the river
of arguments.
Like a diamond ring
I wear the truth of morning sun.
My heart will ask, what was
the role of night in draping
the stars around the deceiver.
Satish Verma
Rammed into the weedbed she found her way to shore.
Her thoughts invaded by her crew who shifted on her boards.
Back across the water; her visions through a door.
One that shut repeatedly when shipmates pulled her chords.
Resting now as though a chore
that sailors leave like lords.
Down the boardwalk from the floor
relieving her in hoards.
Maiden ship from head to core
who's damage comes in torrids
Without these journeys and your lore
these men would have no swords.
Felled in the form and gelled in indescribable,
It was a conundrum quite unfathomable,
Some chemicals reacted on its fibres,
A reaction took place in its innards,
and laughed at scared cowards,
who had shrunk and sprung back,
as if running with their ruck sacks,
the lava spewed from the volcano,
rammed in constantly dismembering form,
all that came in its way was torn,
some truths are like lava,
they simply sear through,
make culprits hurry and attention all drew.
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wreathing this life's mind's eye - wrenched, gnarled, hit, burked
neurons in diminution - clashed, rammed, slayed
futility tops up canvass of murk
phonemes, words, phrases now frolicly played
heart's lyrical requiem overlaid
poesy - penned, written in woe death's crypt
shrieking the LIMITLESS lines of my SCRIPT.
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