Short Ribald Poems
Short Ribald Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ribald by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ribald by length and keyword.
There once was a boss who was bald
yet thought himself stoutly ribald.
The dweebs who worked for him
were hairy and liked gin.
Was not news to hear that boss falled.
Categories:
ribald, on work and working,
Form:
Limerick
Notoriety
Limericks are notoriously hard to do
They have to be ribald but clean too
I tried as I might
To get one just right
Notoriety may come now from you
Categories:
ribald, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Mercurial, mischievous minx
Amphibious air swirling in turquoise tang
Ribald thief of restrained relief
Capricious caress in cobalt clouds
Hale blown heather tickles the daffodils' flaxen dress.
3/01/19
Categories:
ribald, change, seasons,
Form:
Acrostic
The farmer’s cock rises each morning
It signals a new day is dawning
His wife ignores him in bed
Says she’s got a bad head
Perhaps she requires pre-warning
NB I BREAK NO RULES POSTING BAWDY LIMERICKS - THE FORM IS BY NATURE ALLOWED TO BE RIBALD AND I GIVE WARNING THE POEM MAY CONTAIN INNUENDO
07/08/21
Categories:
ribald, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
A birthday is a time for great rejoicing
for gifts of beauty from heart and hand untold
to laud with laughter ev'ry sweetheart's voicing
with prayerful words let life's virtues be extolled.
So let's, raise a glass and toast the summer sweet
with honeyed words and images from dreams complete
with Health, and Wealth, and Fame and ribald story
letting our dearest friends find morning's glory.
Categories:
ribald, happiness, love, may, words,
Form:
Rispetto
A snow bound silence descends now
upon my hallowed home,
the traffic's gone, the streets unplowed
and I'm engrossed in tomes.
A ribald tale of myst'ry roils
the knights have charged the breech
the bard sings tall tales of old
of maiden's love's unleashed.
The pendants mark the battles course
as Saxons face the Celts
unarmored men fought Saxon's, Norse
in naught but paint and pelts.
And so it was, and so it is
as men live or die for a kiss.
Categories:
ribald, fantasy, life, love, on writing and words,
Form:
Sonnet
I am dawn
rusty like a ribald blade
You stole my castles without release
I didn't have the standard and logo
to catch on today
The Iceman has left the scene
and I count my loss
then thrumpted it with holes
Launcelot drew at the vue
still working out the time
and counted the dusty envelopes
of the day
Don't blame me if my words aren't fulfilled
to ride on overload
My eyes are full of Ghosts
The evening
wasted, full of masquerades
Categories:
ribald, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse