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Short Shellacking Poems

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


Trump Receive a Shellacking
Trump should receive a shellacking,
From what he said with wise cracking;
Irritated and,
Has satiated;
Never will receive any of my backing....

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: shellacking, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick



Will Not Receive My Backing
Will Not Receive My Backing

Trump will not receive any of my backing,
While from him are receiving a shellacking;
Total trouble make;
Being breath taker;
Sailboat turned over after all of  his tacking.

Jim Horn...

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: shellacking, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Farm Girls
I love to go swimming
With bowlegged women
The kind comes from riding
Down here at the farm.

There’s cycles of motion
They’ll cause a commotion
The Steve Miller Band says
Will keep you from harm.

If money, you’re tracking,
Won’t be a shellacking, 
A nominal egg that won’t
Lose you an arm.

No riots or looting,
They like to go shooting,
It’s part of a package
Of old country charm....

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© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: shellacking, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Tortoise and Haradactyl
Rabbit brags
crazily;
Tortoise plods
lazily.

Rabbit gets
sleepy, see.
Tortoise wins
Easily.

Work ethic
is lacking;
Rabbit gets
shellacking.

Relentless,
forward, there.
T’s out front
by a hare.

Nonfiction
or fable?
Decide if
you’re able.

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Using more dactyls seems a good match for the form...

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides...

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© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: shellacking, adventure, animal,
Form: Other
Premium Member Lackluster Shellacking
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Feeling sluggish, shelled.
Lithely lingering in the dust and grime.
Palette grey and dull, devoid of crisp bright hues,
Brushes all furry, frayed, blunt, incapable of fine detail.
Apathy and complacency palls to gloom and doom in my room.
Inactivity and being non-committal, chokes the creative urge, to be stillborn.
But then, words and poetry flood into the brain during sleepless nights.
There's no stopping it. 
Its spell, dispels the squashes, and quells the squishes to splats....

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Categories: shellacking, feelings, inspiration,
Form: Free verse




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