Short Rumour Poems
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Softer whose once far-blown murmur
Or whose half buried rumour
A sighing angel, he'll make it.
As pained. At Time's final hour.
Social Studies teacher Miss Dicking
Is anyone's girl for the picking
Her nose in the air
Proves she does not care
As long as she gets a good licking
An email just received is a sham,
stating swine flu comes from tins of ham,
but don’t get a fright,
for this is not right,
when the email claims ham, well it’s spam.
Must remember to add some humour
Limericks must be silly, it ain't no rumour
Bout slipping on a peel
Or some other ordeal
Or pecked on the bum by an unhappy rooster
I’m telling you this, it’s no rumour -
Some people knock my sense of humour
So I’ve ordered a cab
To take me to rehab
With poetry I’m a late bloomer!
5/14/18
Its o'er the hill rumour
A dazzling fact!
Spread out that clear before us.
Nothing abstract!
Each droplet's transmuting;
Soft-hued, soft-formed
For bluebell and buttercup.
By bee informed.
To so distance myself
From its loud rumour
Whiney, needy, the earth o'er
Attending each care
Unless that soul, at peace
Its own skies re-mount
Summer-time's "off into the blue"
Escapes go nowhere.
May it never reach me
Nor as rumour.
Anything - end of time;
Of this world-age
Man's last death-rage-
But not what darker still
And forever
As would make Heaven, Hell:
Our love, soul-bound
Has been unwound.
Know of a fellow named John John
There's a rumour his mind is all gone gone
Started losing it I fear
Trying to be a mountaineer
Can be heard yodelling away in his thong thong!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Know a nice fellow his name is Tim Smith
The rumour that he's female is truly a myth
He's hearty and strong
In Hollywood he belongs
To young ladies of the Soup he's surely a gift
© Jack Ellison 2015
Must remember to add some humour
Limericks must contain silliness, it's no rumour
Bout slipping on a peel
Or some other ordeal
Like being pecked on the bum by an unhappy rooster
© Jack Ellison 2016
A survey says Canada's a great place to live
I'll vouch for that, my bias, please forgive
Except for our winters
Creating white whiskers
And the rumour we have summer is only a myth
© Jack Ellison 2015
What can I take for this affliction called “Limerickitis”
Is there a pill to relieve an affliction like this
Don't like to complain
But it's affecting my brain
This nasty old rumour that I've gone looney is a myth
Sponsorship
People complain about constant sponsorship,
But continue to be a consumer.
People only tell the truth if it’s beneficial,
Or maybe that’s just a vicious rumour.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I hear the leaves whisper
on a breath of breeze.
August-sun glows like
honey on toast.
What are the sweet words of the leaves?
What do the trees gossip and sing?
Last night they were still.
Now, a rumour is murmuring...Spring.
people have stopped laughing
and this is no rumour,
children is Somalia sufferes from scurvy
what a sad scene
has anyone seen
these countless
deaths of dreams,
dead consciences
of politicians
this dying Afrika
its dead hope.
people have stopped laughing
and this is no rumour,
children is Somalia sufferes from scurvy
what a sad scene
has anyone seen
these countless
deaths of dreams,
dead consciences
of politicians
this dying Afrika
its dead hope.
Fallen from your throne
The other one wearing the crown
Filled in tears and in silence
No public running wild anymore
All of the rumour fading out
Glad that I am an European with less money
Cause i did find out what being classy is all about
What can I take for this affliction called “Limerickitis”
Is there a pill to relieve an affliction like this
Don't like to complain
But it's affecting my brain
This nasty old rumour that I've gone looney is a myth
© Jack Ellison 2014
A rumour is going around that a rumour is going around.
I looked for the rumour but none could be found.
All because the rumour was not based on solid grounds.
I know what you think but that is not profound.
The rumour's rumour vanished without a sound.
My soul is caught up in a bind
They say love is but blind
What kind of helpless love is this?
Which to rumour mills would add unpleasant grist.
Can you not simply see?
We are like two buds of the same tree.
You cannot deny, cannot reply
God now please where can I fly?
Lunatic and humour
Crazy as a Lunatic we went,
Woke up with a tiger in our tent,
True came the rumour,
Doomed to lose Humour,
Adventure was the only intent !
Limerick- 9/9/5/5/9
Written May 23rd, 2015
For L&H Limericks contest by Catie Lindsey
Rumour Has It
Rumour has it he came from the country.
I do not know his name,
But I do know his face.
I moved to the town so that I did not have to see his face.
Rumour has it he has a secret.
Now I watch him from behind the safety of my curtain.
Rumour has it.
And I know what it is.
Voracity not veracity mendacity groomer
Capacity for pugnacity is not a rumour
Rapacity of the seedy needy consumer
Sagacity no audacity of the baby boomer
Morality calamity stalks like a greedy puma
Tenacity but with no candour or humour
Opacity because their salacity is a tumour
HOLY ORDER
Where is thy sanctity and mystery?
Where is the vow of celibacy?
I’m i asking too much of this odour
Or is it a fallacy or a rumour
Scandal all around you and no remorse
Do i read it to be greed-what should i endorse
Why should priest crave for asset and wealth?
There still a lot not known in the depth