Short Sadie Poems
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Sadie was an old lady
Who badly wanted a baby,
She had a dog and a cat,
A horse, pig and a rat,
She was an eccentric old lady.
I courted a British lady
Whose name was Sadie O'Grady
She took off her drawers
I exclaimed ‘Oh good lord!’
You sure ain’t no LADY, matey!
A special little Yorkie
Precious in so many ways
I loved her with all my heart
And received twice more
Russell Sivey
There once was a lady named, Sadie.
Whose past was a little shady.
She once shot a man.
Who did not understand.
Difference of no and maybe.
Today is an American folk event
Unraveled by traditions and etiquette
Vixens ask men on a date
Women hoping to find a mate
Sadie Hawkins Day we celebrate
There once was a lady named Sadie
Who wanted to work, well maybe
Got a job on the line
Packing boxes just fine
When bubble wrap appeared, no lady
I looked at an unseemly site online,
the ad convinced me that this one is fine,
I searched and found a lady
she'll bring a friend named Sadie...
I just can't figure which date will be mine!
Brother for sale twenty five cents.
Sister is in the free box. Come get her.
She comes with toys and a red balloon.
Sadie has been singing this song for fifty years.
No takers yet.
But she is buying bigger boxes.
Ms. Sadie
By
Tom Wright
There once was a woman named Sadie,
Who lived on a street that was shady,
She picnicked on the grass,
Just as she’d done as a lass,
And Ms. Sadie was seven and eighty.
Our stuffed animal, Marcus
rarely, if ever, barks at us
While our octopus, sultry Sadie
has better arms than Tom Brady
And our favorite raccoon, Cameroun
grins when stars tickle the moon
Sadie Terrier
Scottish origin
Wins Westminster's
2010 contest
Hurray for Sadie
Pulchritude is
Pert, alert, shows
The audience
Glamorous side
Gave handler
A run in
The fast ring
The Black
Scottish
Sadie
Dog
Sadie looked like a delicate porcelain Madame Alexander doll.
As if she had stepped out of an old-fashioned magazine stall.
Her delicate curls were perfect as if done by Mr. Hairdresser Paul.
We marveled at her fur-lined cape, she was the hit of the ball.
HOW DARE YOU!
There was a young man called O’Grady
Propositioned a girl named Sadie
He suggested a fee
Which she couldn’t agree.
She wasn’t that sort of a lady
1st September 2020
Limerick Fun poetry contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Who is Sadie Hawkins?
Why is she so famous?
All about the girls ask boys
In conversation between us.
I wonder what it would be
To have my name remembered instead of me.
Of course no one in their right mind would ever.
Call a social even Violet J. Magee.
LIMERICK
BRADY SADIE--
There was once a girl named Sadie
She had such long hair it was Brady
Hair so long comb would say Ahh!!
Could not run a strand through it no way
this is why she kept it braided
7/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Squinting at a school of gobbledygooks while swallowing
His herpetologies muck'rack ? Across these plains their great
Prairies her dog she waits to gaze and Chuckie holding fast grandioses
Cabbage patch wedded dolls askew, the bobble heads view; phew ? Axiomatic....
Your stench so true; sacrilegious, hogmatic you ? Love's baby knew as, we threw; Sadie.
Form:
I am lying in bed
With my lady
Sadie
Ready to voyage
to hades
when she whips out
an iPhone
named Teddy
sometimes Freddy
once Eddie
she texting and tweeting
her friends on line
or reading
romance novels and
books on how and where to dine
she ignore me
that’s fine
me biding my time
waiting patiently for sex
between the texts
Sadie liked to talk tough
because she was soft, an easy target
she fell prey to people who take advantage of nice
her tough words kept people away
it is not that they feared her
it is that they thought she would be tough
not understanding how easy she was
she often bragged that she had slugged or slapped someone
Fake advertising that had the desired effect.
She sits in a provocative way, knowing it.
Shiny red fedora perched down over her eyes.
An open dress shows many gorgeous assets.
Headlights glaring, soft legs casually crossed.
Looking like a doll from Mattel, not Art Deco.
I wonder if she is getting ready to dance or sing?
Could be both, she is multi-talented, capable of surprises.
I watch my cousin proudly, ready to give loud applause.
There was a lady named Sadie
So sweet was she
She hugged everyone she met
No matter who they be
She hugged the butcher, the baker
The candlestick maker
She hugged the gardener, the post man
the man in the van
She hugged the dog, the cat
the man in the hat
The bus driver, the diver
Her neighbor's little brat
So when I passed by the old oak tree
And saw her waiting patiently
I knew that sweet Sadie
Was saving her best hug for me
There's an app that reminds you
Five times a day
Sends; you
Alerts
That you're going to die
Research shows
It makes us happier
Appreciate
Things more
I discussed this with colleagues
And suggested that
Rather than downloading the app
We could just go
Round the office
Tapping each other on the shoulder
And
Remind one another this way
Sadie on reception
Didn't seem happy about it
She's not
Talking to me now
wecroak.com
A tall single rose
Breaking through a lowly pit of thorns
Much too vibrant
And much too free
Sadie Sexy Sadie
Alone trapped and overwhelmed
How could they have been so blind
So cold and ruthless
To such innocent beauty
Your smile your eyes your charm
So sweet so gentle and so fragile
Misunderstood and abused
Sadie Sexy Sadie
Pinned to a bed of thorns
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 14, 2017 for contest FRAGILE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON
I am a frozen bowl lady! A frozen bowl lady!
I will come at your call, to fritz your icies, Said Sadie.
We did not understand at all, not living in mom-at-home-times.
It’s like the Tupperware lady, said someone else, My Auntie Frimes.
You would have to live back then and see their rallies, she said.
We chanted our song up and down, at the back of each other’s head.
Went from house to house selling plastic keepers with lids.
Until women went to work and the company fell on the skids.