Short Rum Poems
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Some bum
drank rum
Fi - fie
fo - fum
Blood smelled
he yelled
Turned glum
'twas Mum
There was an old man of the sea
Who was invited ashore for tea
He took just one sip
Hurried back to his ship
Muttering a tot of rum will do me
Sample rum quality, mmmm
Mix eggs, sugar, but-
ter, fruit , nuts self raising flour
sample rum again
pour rum over cake
Watch yerrrrr sshhhtep
Whoa.
Man crowed,
his exploits,
in words,
that were bloated,
others were confused,
and simply floated,
he was infectious,
and passed it on,
to the next,
and rumbustious,
rum party,
went on.
By sun-kissed sands on moonlit seas,
The ships are sailing in the breeze,
Around me rum and coconuts,
Calypso music, wooden huts,
My hammock tied between two trees.
Jack Horne for Gail’s contest
Whiskey and Rum
after the nursery rhyme Coffee and Tea
My twin sister and I were drunk,
All our money on booze was sunk.
She loved whiskey and I loved rum,
We robbed the store and had more fun!
Oh, how I love that Jamaican rum!
In my coffee, it is pure yum.
In cake it’s even better;
My roommate loves it too.
He swilled mine away,
Now it’s all gone;
No rum cake,
To dine
On.
They thought that I was a damsel in distress
Tied unto their railroad tracks, until I took a bite..
This main course a franchise her vanilla cream skies ?
Tipping a martini two cherries virgin hues; the grateful dead.
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum~
Paul the squirrel beat his acorn drum.
He swung through the pines with a raucous cheer,
rum sloshing wild as he commandeered the pier~
the boldest little buccaneer ever to come.
Her first mistake
while baking cakes
was flavoring one with rum
Her headache pounds
and she found
some crumbs
around her chin
The cake is done
but she wonders now
why all the rum is gone
________________________________
3/9/16
Under the wind
of an electric fan
the old balladeer sounds
like a tired man,
blinks his bleary eyes
as fast as he can;
breath reeks of nicotine
and of stale rum,
crooning his song
with a gravelly hum,
the captive audience gossips
and chews gum!
I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "the rum." It's about growing up (I suppose).
I could shorten it - but why? *shrug*
Here's the link:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/the_rum_10670
I hope you like it!
Rum tum tiddle
You can fiddle
In the middle
Of the place where you piddle
In a skittle on the griddle
Rum tum tiddle
It's a brittle little riddle
As you tell your tarradiddle
And we beat a paradiddle
Every kid'll want to whittle
And watch you as you diddle
Mrs. Twiddle.
It talks.
It whispers.
It cries out loud.
It tells secret tales.
It speaks of dark acts.
It reveals silent tears.
It uncovers the arms.
It displays events.
It exhibits truth.
It uncovers.
It rests.
It seeps in the earth
By the hands of its culprits
From broken bottles.
The Cuba Libre, also called rum and coke
is favored by many kinds of folk.
To its pleasures I succumb
and ne’er refrain from!
Sip, savor
rum.
What flavor!
I sing and I hum!
The taste is just so awesome!
I really love this drink, it’s no joke.
Its praises I sing to all you gentlefolk!
aboard the ship named Jolly Roger
she
wears the black Skull and Bones Flag
and
it
waves in the salty air
where
the
pirates celebrate
in all the captured booty
and
flashed
their
whiskey smiles and yellow bloodshot eyes
while
the
pirates shouted out
the
sun taste like sweet bottles of rum
i walked for miles with
a voice that smiles
humming off rays of my pass
in styles
starring down the road
which i've come from miles
drunk off the rum
my sound is loud as bass
from a drum
banging ockwardly
from my ears to thumb
snapping my fingers
the taste is yum
oh my the fun
chewing my grits like gum
skipping enjoying
my grits and rum
Am i speaking with a girl coy
And not sensible Billy Roy
Just cramming much sugar in soy?
Up appetite sucrose could cloy,
Sweetened meals hearts hardly buoy,
Much sugar and less joy,
Yes, time bomb treating as toy;
Not better than Rum for Ahoy!
I could swear a food demon's ploy
To their finishing hands employ
"Now Diabetes here we come:
Billy Roy and I show the sum"
fire, RAGE, frustration, rumble, fear
i cry for you,i pity you
Pitiful you pitiful me, numerous lies.
Who to believe?
me,i scream BELIEVE MY TESTIMONY,
i will no longer hide from your lies,
Its time for the truth, it'll help you,
FIRE, RAGE FRUSTRATION, RUMBLE, FEAR,
Lie all you want the truths here
RED RUM
MURDER she wrote
Lies spilled from her tongue,
EVERY WORD SHE SPOKE
the mundane world rolls on
silently roars the silver ocean
colourless yellow feelings sleep furiously
boundless, free, spread all over
without any contour
and an essence of percolating peace dawns
so ginormous is 'His' creation
ethereal beauty prevails
e v e r y w h e r e
of the 'Unseen, Unknown Architect
How thank 'Him' for his uniqye opus
that fetches eternal ecstasy to mankind?
rum-tum-tum like a drum
full of emptiness; anticipatory
what shall I eat - food or zest?
I wait for the clang
rum-tum-tum like a drum
with brand new tires. tirelessly
I can wait for fresh and vinyl
for a good long song, like
rum-tum-tum like a drum
yet while I wait, I’ll eat
lettuce? avocados? or score
coffee cake to go with a lake
of caffeine intake. full of
rum-tum-tum like a drum
anticipatory hum of new wheels
Death's a *****,
I was cheated by wrath,
Don't follow my path,
No matter the itch.
I'm protecting you,
From the events to come,
Mother, please listen,
Put down your rum.
Dad always said,
To love and learn.
I'm your lesson,
I'm your happiness,
I'm your cries,
Your constant yearn.
We'll get through this,
As we always did,
Just when Dad left us,
I was only a kid.
Worry not Mother,
All will be swell,
Do it for me,
Life is yours,
Time will tell.
Here's the haughty elephant,
Won't eat food that's wrapped in cellophant.*
A catered meal is okay,
Like alfalfa or hay,
But most everything else is irrelevant.
The best of them try to abstain
From spirits like rum or champagne,
Which won't give them rabies,
But might lead to babies
Or ailments like gout and colitis.
Or, with this admonition,
A rare skin condition,
Some vets have called pachydermatitis.
*Thank you, Cowardly Lion, from "The Wizard of Oz"