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Short Scotch Tape Poems

Short Scotch Tape Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Scotch Tape by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Scotch Tape by length and keyword.


Gift Wrapped

Gift Wrapped

Christmastime is package-time,
Paper everywhere,
Ribbons, cards, and string, till I’m
Almost bound to swear!
(Scotch tape in my hair…).
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse


Premium Member A Broken Ornament How I fixed It

An ornament fell
Quickly to the floor
An angel object
She holds a lantern
Held held high in her hand
When the angel fell 

The lantern came off
When the angel fell 
I grabbed the scotch tape
Now the angel fixed
She is good as new
Form: Narrative

Premium Member desk

wide computer screen
white copy paper
folders and files
markers and pencils
large laser printer

pack of gel pens
swingline stapler
green plaid scotch tape
purple ruler

paper punch
paper clips
ink cartridge

scissors
pushpins

desk

Premium Member Sewing Basket

Toothpaste
soap
candles
Matches
three dimes
small yellow rubber ducky
Dog treats
diet pills
red, white and blue buttons,
assortment of threads
rickrack
scotch tape
needles
missing bracelet
pincushion
measuring tape
Nails
stickers
temporary tattoos
Sewing box gone wild
Form: List

Premium Member Holy Pant-

I come before you holy; Ah! but the pebbles on my feet are so rough; The mack daddy will flee, in pants of poly; Forgot to check for cars first though; Hope is never hopeless; Alas, my leg of dry gangrene, hath fallen off again; Where's the Scotch tape? In a dress? A dress, address; Out west, is where I went, alone in my escape
4/24/19


Garage Sale

Max is back in his favorite chair.
I mended the chew with scotch tape.

Waiting for curious buyers to buy,
My beautiful things for the sale.
As I also wait for rain, I write.

I let the dogs enjoy the fresh air.
Three people stopped by, bought.
I put back for me and my children.

I called a cab, he loads donations
Into his van. Off we go for drop,
And get gas for my little gold car.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Control Connoisseur

•	She was a control connoisseur.
•	Her hair was afraid to move.
•	Church ladies called her daily to ask permission
•	To move a basket of flowers
•	To open the Baptists' refrigerator
•	To use the blue pitcher left by the last minister’s wife
•	Her scotch tape was afraid to tear wrong.
•	Her husband had to raise his hand to go to the bathroom.
•	So glad he did not raise his hand to ask for children.
        At least they were spared the control connoisseur.
Form: List

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