Short Ramrod Poems
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Rod Flaccid faced up to the facts:
A passionate love life he lacks
Girls come to his room
But leave him no groom
Rod Flaccid just falls through the cracks.
High and Tight – for contest
His soldier stood up – ramrod stiff
when he caught the first sensuous whiff
piqued his passion to plunder
scented cheese from down under
sweet downstairs aroma of Quiffe.
4/256/2015
submitted to – LIMERICK CONTEST
sponsor – Jan Allison
Please don’t ramrod your rules to me
I am a hippie woman, wild and free
I truly want to treat you kindly
Enjoy your should’s I say to thee
But I am not rule oriented, you see
Which explains my gorgeous flexibility
I will invite you to a scone and tea
But please don’t bring your rules with thee
The cutting edge of Fall
Shears the leaves from trees,
Exposing them as ramrod tall
Soldiers soon to freeze.
These warriors of wood
Battle with the gale
Defiantly they’re braced, and should
Be, when Fall-winds wail.
Are we as brave as well?
How will we bear the burn
Of winter’s sleeted, bone-chilled hell?
Trees, help us learn.
The cutting edge of Fall
Shears the leaves from trees,
Exposing them as ramrod tall
Soldiers soon to freeze.
These warriors of wood
Battle with the gale
Defiantly they’re braced, and should
Be, when Fall-winds wail.
Are we as brave as well?
How will we bear the burn
Of winter’s sleeted, bone-chilled hell?
Trees, help us learn.
The cutting edge of Fall
Shears the leaves from trees,
Exposing them as ramrod tall
Soldiers soon to freeze.
These warriors of wood
Battle with the gale
Defiantly they’re braced, and should
Be, when Fall-winds wail.
Are we as brave as well?
How will we bear the burn
Of winter’s sleeted, bone-chilled hell?
Trees, help us learn.
I knew a gent
ramrod straight
meticulously dressed
Shoes laced tight
polished to a ‘t’
Vest, exquisite timepiece
Punctual meant
ten minutes early
Sipped tea, no coffee
Poker face, played whist
dined fastidiously
Folded the ‘financials’ just so
No hint of a lady or passion
when he vanished
His timepiece was found, stopped
Majestic evergreens, ramrod tall, towering over the fence they border
Long-ago runts, thirsting for water, struggling for their place in the sun
Bought for a pittance, a young man's dreams egging them on
Now he's older, they've left him behind, stumbling in their wake
As they fight back against the chill Spring wind, headstrong as he once was
His laughter parting the very skies, pleading for Nature to take her course
Yippee! Nothing hurts!
There's no pain anywhere
Not in my feet, not in my knees
I'm so happy, brimming with glee!
Standing up ramrod straight
I don't resemble an early primate
Squatting almost down to the ground
Perched on my head, a golden crown
Nothing hurts! Yippee!
I feel alive again, you see
And the best part, glory be --
It doesn't hurt at all when I pee...
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Thanking God for small favors
Gratefully, I approach the laver
Ramrod straight and true blue
With just a gaze he would look right through
He could tell those who were weak
And were hiding something to secrete
He would walk into a room
And would turn the jukebox to his tune
Always sitting with his back to the wall
Drinking his beer slowly was his call
The stories told were of tough men
Who could use their fists in the end
But they could never beat him in a fight
So he would go and do whatever he would like.
© Paul Warren Poetry