Short Scooter Poems
Short Scooter Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Scooter by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Scooter by length and keyword.
I was a strange child.
I never crawled as a child.
I always scooted.
Scooted right on my behind.
Until I began to walk.
He skated along
road little used,
except by butterflies -
he chased.
On his scooter, he raced.
Suddenly halting,
“Aww…he flied away!”
Big red scooter in laneway.
Learning to drive standard on grandpa’s knee.
The sun in my face.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Trump On A Scooter
While Trump rode on a scooter,
He had come across a computer;
Quite confused,
And misused;
A detective looking for a looter.
Jim Horn
Woof woof
Bark bark
Howl howl
Headache headache headache
My live electric blankets
My friends,
My pals,
6 years & 2 years
My brothers,
Scooter and Baylee
Form:
The scooter leaned into me a human bomb
a bota box for your treasury
a bota box for your million
I’m not at the beach
I love you
it’s all good
burns turned blue
I love you
that’s real
Boy and His Scooter
Dr. James E. Martin
©January, 2014
The scooter scooted along
As he sang his favorite song.
He hit a big bump,
And took quite a lump,
On the scooter he does not belong!
There was to be a grand barking contest
To find the dog that barked loud and longest
A man came on his scooter
Farting loud as a trouper
And said he couldn’t tell a b from an f.
Here lies Harry Allen McGruder
He passed when he wrecked his scooter
He waved his goodbye,
While fixing his tie
They buried him in satin and pewter.
Written March 19, 2022
There once was a driver from Uber
Who really only owned a scooter
So when it rained
His passengers complained
So now he has no more commuters
Couldn't let a St Paddy's day go by without a wee limerick!!
“Cooter”
By
Tom Wright
There once was a blonde bar room shooter,
Who would travel around town on a scooter?
She was real slick,
At chalking a stick,
But she couldn’t best her boyfriend “Cooter”.
To see the country
light on their scooter
the lovers sped off
They packed swift
without map
no idea
How to get
from Madrid
to Segovia
Up for adventure
high on love
and free as the air
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Lucille found a sport without a single hitch
A two-wheeler was definitely her niche
Until she lost her balance
Racing a scooter challenge
And landed in a water-filled drainage ditch.
Written July 14, 2022
Grams
Perky
Self-lighting-
Burning rubber
Speeds in her bright red
Scooter succumbs to the
Senior Center for front row
Seat for Bingo playful challenge
Praying not to fall asleep mid-way
Snoring holding her lucky rabbits' foot
5/28/2024
My sister Lucile sold her acoustic guitar
To buy a hot motor scooter with a sidecar
Her bad luck, they soon separated
On which she hadn’t calculated
But I said, “For her that’s definitely a par!”
Written July 15, 2022
I was in a hurry!
My son was standing in cold with his mother.
I slowed down my scooter, but did not stop.
My mind's eyes in a flash searched all my pockets,
Could not but find a ten rupee note.
I did smile and smile and nod my head
At the bubbly gujjar-boy
Who was followed by his beggarly mother.
Craggy rats and batty facts,
stupid slaps of morbid hats,
sordid snacks coming out with lacerations of the ax-
horrible hacks doin' these attacks.
I'm loopin' it like rope to attach,
only catch ever is a brat,
lettin' um' off as I scooter around and knack-
I've got so many I'm like 'just laugh'.
In nice weather…
My scooter takes me places I want to go.
Alive with such invigorating rides, I love so.
I cherish the fun as the wind opens my mind so free.
My scooter has brought more than expected to me.
After all the fresh air, wind and scenes to see,
I then return with a clear mind, as calm as can be.
Heidi Sands
3/30/17
Darn dogs bark, disturbing my thought
Two canucks in a truck never give up,
With a wide turning radius they hobble the curb,
Parking in stalls, for small cars,
One stops next to you, to block the view,
The senior’s scooter pushes through
The traffic, at the shopping mall
All with conflicting purposes
Trying to buy food ~psp
dr. (pi)
.
He stood in the middle of the lane,
A toddler in tatters,
Confronting my speeding scooter.
I cursed the nowhere-in-sight,careless mother,
Then changing gear
Threatened a mock dash,
Was to him but a big plaything
Come for his pleasure.
The sudden smile over his face
Lit up my heart.
i withdrew a little,
Bowed to his imperial innocence
And humbly went my way.
Horse Flesh
The mare in the yard is almost a pony it used to be
the falling horse in western movies.
She got old and Hollywood has no use for slow horses
It had performed in Lima Peru where the cowboy fell off
and I bought it on the roundabout
took it home and painted it yellow but as got older she
ended up in my garage,
together with my scooter and other useless toys.
(A)ppreciate today
(P)oetry
(P)aint and play music
(R)ide my motor scooter
(E)mbrace love
(C)elebrate kindness
(I)nspire others
(A)lways see nature
(T)urn things into positive
(E)ncourage friends
(T)alk
(O)vercome hurdles
(D)ance
(A)ct on my purpose
(Y)ell with laughter
Heidi Sands
1/21/19
Placed 3rd in the Word Play Contest.
Theme: What I love to do
Christmas scintilla dressed in Holiday cheer
Merry Christmas has become something dear
Though Santa is sprucing up his new red suit,
its good old St. Nick that I loved, in my youth
Yuletide greetings coming from a lit computer
Santa used to fly on a sled and not a scooter
I'll take an old fashioned Christmas of beauty
over a modern Christmas, of gifts and duty ...
I was witness to poetry in motion
amidst all the world’s chaos and humdrum
As the sun lazily rose from its eastern bowers
this bare backed man presented quite a picture
He gracefully lowered his oar with a soft swish
moving slowly looking for fish
Rowed his makeshift boat on scooter tyres
the lone kayaker on lake waters.
for Backwards poem contest by Matt Caliri
What makes a person a biker,
is it something that you can see?
Is it something that can be acquired
or is it hereditary?
What makes a person a biker,
is it the leather that he wears?
Is it the kind of scooter he rides,
or the length of his hair?
What truly makes a biker
is what's inside the heart!
A love for freedom of the road,
with freedom being the best part
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