Short Saloon Poems
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i can quiff
you can
queef
but we
both
can
quaff and
so toast
i to you
and you to
anyone
you
want
to
Form:
The bar next door is open,
full of inebriated
thrill seekers screaming into
the wind as the rain lashes
bladed leaves into faces.
there is a gang of raccoon
who run in the land of rangoon
every night they get wasted
because of booze taste tested
for they live under the floor of a saloon
After he took the hot air balloon
He got stuck in the tree with a baboon
The baboon jump hard
Even gave him a hair part
So, he tried to find the nearest saloon
eye at the center
friend to chaos
cycles spinning
round space time
roadhouse corner
eatery and saloon
two eggs easy over
toast and coffee please
stan sand
did you hear about the angry baboon
who was the owner of a dark saloon
you are always in fear
when he brought your warm beer
for you couldn't get out of there too soon
I never knew that most monkeys will swoon
To eat bananas in a real saloon --
They'll snarf down bunches
After monster lunches --
Then vomit up the peels in the spittoon
In the club, everything is the same:
Lounge, tables, chairs,
music playing..
Only people weren't
the same... They went to
to the salon, longing...!
Across the street from the old saloon
Lives an old spinster called June Muldoon
She peeks through her curtain
I’m drunk so I’m certain
It’s never too soon to moon June
If I go missing, my picture should be posted
on a beer bottle in Jenna's saloon, toasted
by all my loyal friends
A tale that never ends
About the dirty scoundrels who should be roasted
A Lovelorn Lad From Camaron
A lovelorn lad from Camaron
pledged his darling the earth and the moon
When she demanded them now
along with a cow
He fled to the nearest saloon
Mae West Sensual Frog was the ultimate diva
Who outshone saloon gals like Francine and Steveah
Attended parent teacher conferences in a sexy gown.
Green eyes popped out of new teacher’s head, Mr. Toado Brown.
A funny thing happened to me at the saloon last night
This dude approached me and asked me if I was up for a fight
Answered “sure, why not”
Punched him on the snout
Last time he'll try funny business with an armored knight
Bob’s rival growled, “Shoot out—high noon!
You’re gonna be dead very soon.”
Then Bob showed up high
at noon fit to fly
and slurred “Wh-which way’s the saloon?”
May 4, 2022
entered in Joseph May's High Noon Poetry Contest
There was once a man named Barnaby Lars
Who had spent twenty-five years behind bars
Now it ain't what you might think
He could concoct a great drink
At Clancy's Saloon smoking fine cigars
Old Rudolph sired a reindeer last June
In hopes Santa would retire him soon
But the young one's red nose winks
Like a brothel's red light blinks
So they tied him outside the saloon
12-14-18
For contest Funny Reindeer Limerick for Tania Kitchin
skipping along round bout noon
humming a happy tune
thinking about my best gal June
just makes my heart swoon
we'll meet at Murphy's saloon
while her husband works this afternoon
Bite Size Poem #32 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
1/15/22
down on the sign by the soda street
theres a boy i'd like to meet
his name was caffrey none too soon
he left the saloon
palce doom
he cold boom a ball with a kick
he could be it
not
to fidgit
some somebody got his gun
now,we was one but overcome
to-wit sun
Full moon baboon
Croon poon,
Communes high noon
Spoons prunes
Harpoons balloons
bridoon buffoon
Tycoon Camaroon Boone
Inopportune a billiard saloon
Signature tune, Cartoon…
11/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2019
Their was once en olde boozer named Mable,
Who inn her dotage was sow unstable.
She was thee village buffoon,
Swilling at ev'ry saloon.
Mable cud drink ewe under thee table!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Writes Reserved
Which Cowboy bites dust tomorrow at noon,
Fighting duel to end, to death the tune,
The sun at noon shows no glare,
Bystanders, time of day fair,
Outside the saloon, a hot day in June.
Poetry Competition Entry: HIGH NOON POETRY CONTEST
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: 07/05/2022
thought resolution
is noticeable depth
in reality
alien programs
we don't see live hidden deep
below the surface
mortal knot aspects
mixed with unseen answers sought
not of human kind
just things to be seen
but remain mysteries and dreams
outlooks not for us
stan sand
thought resolution
is noticeable depth
in reality
alien programs
we don't see live hidden deep
below the surface
mortal knot aspects
mixed with unseen answers sought
not of human kind
just things to be seen
but remain mysteries and dreams
outlooks not for us
stan sand
For many years we were mis lead by this myth
The real one was a little short guy, kind of slow with bad eye sight
When his temper would flare, take a sip of hot stale beer, with his sawed off shotgun
In any saloon, he would state his case
Form:
In the saloon a lone, haggard cowboy
Had more than double his fill, one last sip
An imagined past of unlawful joy
Recounting the times he shot from the hip
Barstools turn for a showdown, tables flip
Caught scheming. More than his pride will suffer
A double-dealing, lone cowboy bluffer.