Short Sam Poems
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A military wife may screw
Each man on her husband's work crew
A Service wife
Repels all strife
Because she is One of The Few
Sam is such a fun loving gent,
Ascribing to a Great British accent.
Missing him and wondering where he went.
he black and he smack
oprn eyes wide
move them side by side
some say he is wack
cause he is black
he very smart you know
oh
SAM BOO
he like to rap
i real sap
but some like that
he was a bad rat
and a slick will adat
his lips or slap
he always on the lame
UNGLY SAM
S exy
A wesome
M anly
B etter than the rest
R ifling arm
A mazing
D auntless
F ootball player
O klahoma sooners
R ing leader
D are devil
I like my eggs with coffee early in the morn,
as the new day is born,
with maybe a slice of ham,
and my cousin Sam.
Sagebrush Sam was tired of blowing
His impatience was keenly showing
Always in sandy land that needed no mowing
He yearned for Iowa where it was snowing
Once there was a dog called Sam, the treesung
he sung a great song as anthem,my song
Casikusur, a riddle
Zicasukur, a riddle
bloody how could sam sung my song?
Sam Adams was a quack, a fake
Not there to protect but to take
He was on the make
He was a total flake
Make no mistake
As he was such a rake.
A real snake.
he is gone
we sing his tone
he Worte song
that recpect he won
told the truth to our youth
now time to get hook
have that look
and
THINK A MAN NAME SAM COOK
On a hunting trip Yosemite Sam
shot up a loose can of spam
didn't taste like his usual venison
so took for precaution a spoonful of medicine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
have you ever heard
institute of technology
made by Sam Houston
Good old .
hit his head on tram
Houston had first name of Sam
should see all his spam
Can you top these?
One cute photo in my family frame,
That's my bro sam.
In our childhood we have played game,
Some outdoor and some indoor game.
He is foody and eating jam ,
Looking fanny my bro sam.
by me kyle walker caycay son for fun not contest
Yosemite Sam
always stumbled upon a jam.
Each time he would yell ' tarnation.'
Altercations most have caused elation.
There once was a man called ''Hard Drinkin' Sam"
Guzzled six-packs with a flick of his hand --
He drank so much liquor too
That when he went to the loo --
Sam had a tap coming out of each end
This is a poem about my friend Sam. It is a haiku and acrostic. I assure you that she
absolutely loved it and then smacked me lol
Someone who can’t
Aim but she still tries and she
Missed every time
We stayed up,
on the phone.
And man his voice! such a tone!
From 8 to 12,
No such time passed like a book hidden on a shelve.
It is meaningless, suddenly I saw.
The passion, smooth yet raw.
Hugs and cookies
Form:
Sam bought a yellow pig in a poke
He was a chip of a good old bloke
The Yellow broke Sam's peace
Sold at a dime a piece
Sam had to put on a mourning cloak
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
December 02, 2014
GOOD LUCK, SAM
Shamrocks with green eggs and ham.
Resistance from Sam I Am.
If you offer him gold,
he won’t see the mold.
Leprechauns roar at the sham.
3/14/2017
Kim Merryman’s Luck of the Irish Limerick Contest
its odd he first to die
dropped in a river with
cinderblock bracelets
eyes open to his unseen
world lips parted for
voiceless joy he clinks
to the bottom and bubbles
rise. forever set motionless
to swim with the fish
Slippery Sam the serpent sang songs.
About sexy slitherers in thongs.
The tunes were quite crass.
Cause thongs up their ... .
Let's face it, that just never belongs.
My apologies for being smutty. I think my mind is rotting.
Uncle Sam Got My Son, the Man
My heart feels joy and sadness—together.
Watch me tether madness.
I know there should be gladness.
He joined the service… sad-nest.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
Poor Sam Hose was tied to tree
Soaked in kerosene, lit a thousand degrees
His flesh roasting, the mob sliced off pieces
Laughing at his screams for mercy from Jesus
They took his manhood, fingers and ears
Poor Sam Hose was a souvenir
At noon, Sam saw a masked man at his door
Fear was in his eye, yet tried to ignore
Trying to peep, heard- "I'm Death"
"Have come to level your breath"
Like a racecar, he ran. Rest is lore!
There once lived an odd leprechaun named Sam
On Saint Patrick's Day; ate green eggs and ham
He was also a drunk,
His pot gold smelt like skunk
Note was left on the bar door; it said scam
02/24/2021