Short Rub Poems

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


Rub-A-Dub Dub

Rub-a-dub-dub
Three men in a tub
What were they doing there?
A grout guy, a plumber
Not sure who was dumber
The third guy to open the beer!
© Kitty Lou  Create an image from this poem.


The Rub

Las Vegas renown Belle E. Danser
Is deathly afraid of breast cancer
She heard a masseur
Developed a cure
Best of all, the man's a free lancer!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Rub With Words

Words

Seem to point

To an underlying

Reality..

Which implies 

Separation..

It's two

Not not-two..

That's the rub

It may seem

With words...

Premium Member Rub It In, Why Don'T You

HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSESQUIPPEDALIOPHOBIA

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia are you having a laugh
The fear of long words that has those who suffer from it aghast

Indiana Shaw . . . *o*
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Rub-a-dub-dub

Rub-a-dub-dub ~
Mommy and her little one, splashing in the tub,
playing with Mr. Beluga, the whale,
and grabbing Wally the walrus by the tail,
and riding two seahorsies: 
one named Gitty, the other one Yup.
© Rio Jansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Rub a Tum Tum /To a Tune On Planxty's Black Ablum

Snap your fingers
knock your knees
clap your hands
if you please.

Bounce and rattle
whistle and trill
kick your feet high
don’t take a spill!

Fiddlers fiddle
drummers drum
keep them a whirlin
rub a tum tum!
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Rub-A-Dub-Dub

What nursery rhyme's gayer, I'm asking you, bub,
Than the one that has three grown men sharing a tub?
Was it their sexual orientation,
Or merely water conservation,
And they were all charter members of the Sierra Club?
Form: Limerick

Premium Member There's the Rub

Oh but to rest this mad toiling mind!
Sleep? Nay, to sleep perchance to dream
Dreams. Ay, there lay the problem
How, then, to find solace
Can it be achieved... 
true peace of mind? 
Not in life
but in
death
© FJ Thomas  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Nonet

Premium Member An Electric Rub Board

An Electric Rub Board? By Tom Wright There was a young man named Joe Greene, Who promised his wife a new washing machine. It was called a Rub Board, And had no electric cord, Now Joe needs a transplanted spleen.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Rub of the Green

In
day's
of yore,
Melissa
officinalis-
inhibited the hive from swarming

Note Lemon balm (L4/5) also known as bee balm was rubbed inside the hive to
keep the bees in the same hive and thus the winter stock of honey was safe for another 
season.
Form: Fibonacci

Premium Member don't rub me like uh genie

.
                                          unless 
                                    yuh           wish
                                         wuhnuh
                                        'fore dinner

                                               ,)>
Form: Imagism

Premium Member There's the Rub

Falling in love 
can be fast and easy.
Love can seize anyone
in its strangehold.
Unexpectedly
engulf anyone
at first glance.
But declaring
to the object of your affection
that your heart's all in
Immersed body and soul,
head to toe.
That you've fallen
hopelessly in love
with him...or her
now that's the tough part!



Date: 07/19/2019
Form: Verse

Ay, the Rub

some say that love is the feeling that comes
from caring about someone more than yourself---
yet,
one must care about themselves & 
one must know themselves
before they can extend any emotional reach outward
with hopes of a connection---
so if it takes a life to come even close to understanding who it is that
you are,
how do you expect to ever really know anyone else?

The Rub Off

have you ever stopped to think about
the lives that we pass through
on the paths we take from day to day
and the effect it has on you

from the rub of infancy
to the running stride of youth
those whom you touch along the way
end up touching you

with the awakening of adulthood
to the age of who'd have thought
along the way the paths we cross
become a part of us

You Get the Rub

They say in the Bedouin camp
The Geanie is really a scamp
Sure, he’ll grant you wishes
Of romance or dishes
As long as you’re rubbing his lamp

When I read this story I knew
That none of the story rang true
For I had an uncle
And he had this furuncle
That he said would grant wishes too

But according to my loving Aunt
The only thing that thing would grant
Was a wrist with a sprain
Then she tried to explain
I’d go on but I really can’t
Form: Limerick

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