Short Ross Poems
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Betsy Ross of Colonial days
Could never imagine the ways
Our United States flag would be blessed
To fly on the Moon and Mount Everest.
Ross
Ross is my single young adult son.
Often pitches in to help others.
Sincerely loves to be on the computer… a lot.
Secure about his abilities.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 1, 2010
Poetic form: Name
I have Mines
Anthony got his own too
I have Mines
Melissa
Outgoing, Passionate, Insane, Friend
Adoptive daughter of Carol and James
Lover of Pittsburgh, poetry, and music
Who feels pain, depression, and occasional joy
Who fears stars, death, and heights
Who would like to see Italy, Greece, and success
Resident of Warrington, Pennsylvania
Ross
It is said the first flag maker was Ms. Betsy Ross
Was also said she could do well with some dental floss
As one can imagine twas because she ran out of thread
She forgot to order it because she didn't take her meds
Battle Of The Clerihew---Contest Of P.D.
Written By: Carol Brown
6th Place Winner
To the Redcoats Betsy Ross lied.
“It is not a flag!” she decried.
“I'm due at a wedding
and all of this threading
will be a new gown for the bride!”
“But it isn't just one little dress,”
with nose growing she had to confess,
“A collection I've planned--
t'will sell big in the land--
at my discount stores, Ross Dress for Less”!
Phoebe Buffay
Plays her guitar every day
She often sings ‘Smelly cat’
Sadly her voice is very flat
Ross Geller
Is quite a nerdy feller
He said Rachel’s name when he got wed
His bride Emily probably wished him dead!
Ross and Pheobe starred in Friends
Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
09/30/21
Some become a boss
And it is an achieved loss,
Their misconducts much gross,
No more touching of Christ’s Cross!
Some become a boss
And it hits their moss:
Travelers by mysterious force,
Often wanting to run a course.
Yes, some emerge a boss
And they’re an incarnated horse
To all of us
A-To-Catch bus.
I once was a boss,
And began to my head toss,
As though listening to Diana Ross.
Ross, the book reader was full of ideas for more books.
Many called him elf man, I called him Crazy Crooks.
His job was to read all day and entertain the night life.
Regaling us with interesting stories so big, bold and bright.
I want that book, many other elves said to the boss.
He laughed at them, knowing they could never be as good as Ross.
Ross drank so much coffee during the day,
That his eyes never closed, as he story-told away.
“A ONE MS. M. ROSS”
I’ve written her before
but there has been no response.
I wrote her a second time and
again, there was no response.
she opens and never replies.
she’s a basketball fan sporting
the gear, red lipstick and a
smile that confuses the confused.
I post my poetry online sometimes
and she always likes the ones
she likes.
for this I am grateful.
the silence confuses me but her
taste in poetry is
immaculate.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-23-2016
When this man died, we suffered a big loss.
The man who I'm speaking of was Bob Ross.
We all loved this fantastic painter who had skill.
Some watched him because his voice was tranquil.
A man once said that listening to Bob's voice was like taking Demerol.
When he died so young, people were both saddened and appalled.
On the day of his death, the world had a day that was black.
He was taken from us too soon and sadly he won't be back.
(DEDICATED TO BOB ROSS WHO DIED JULY 4, 1995.)