Short Shrunk Poems
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A standard toilet paper roll
Has shrunk two inches from its goal
Since all we need
Is just pure greed
And one old-fashioned finger bowl
A young witch in need of a wand
Searched the pockets of a young blond
She found a snake
That spit a lake
Then shrunk and did not respond.
smooth polka dotted grandma
wrinkly and crinkly now
her eyes are shrunk
some teeth are jagged
she is raggedy
jealous of her fifty-year-old-self
He shows his colors
no brain, no hair
just the disease
of old fashioned hate
the KKK his organism
a tattoo
that now only says k
shrunk stutter
Two ladies yearned to bunk an hunk
The hunk, of course, just sunk a dunk
But on his knees
He tried to please
The one who found his chunk had shrunk!
with older age
comes shrinking
except for the belly
so looking
down to see
my toes i have
found that
i cant find that
because it has also
shrunk
Form:
There once was a monk named Cur Plunk
Who frequently strayed from his bunk
He claimed he was drunk
And stunk like a skunk
'til his hunk of a trunk had shrunk
Shrinking violet shrunk away,
Embarrassed by her small display,
One lone violet can't compete,
Against large petals not discreet,
More of my kind could save the day.
I suddenly had swelling in my knee
I went to the doctor so she could see,
she said for me to undress
I am now in great distress...
she shrunk the wrong part of anatomy!
sun shrunk to a pin
evening, tiptoed right in
cat paw on my chin
1-12-2022
~2~
Tough times have fallen on the North Pole
COVID-19's shrunk employer payrolls
So, the good Lord's invoked the grandfather clause
To increase the pension due Santa Claus
dusty room full of junk;
creaking wooden floorboards.
small dollhouse, somehow shrunk,
lies nestled, treasured time.
aging, darkened ember;
old, beat -up wooden trunk.
Santa Claus is depressed
Its declining standards you see
The naughty list is now so long
It needs storing electronically
Where as the good list has shrunk
And now fits on a sheet of A3
Form:
Townhouse crackers
Is the best
Can they really past the test
You have shrunk so
Much in size
I don't think that was wise
But your rich flavor
Still stands
Because you're the best brand
Drunk,
in a funk,
a lowly punk,
I shrunk
from a skunk.
It stunk.
Away I slunk.
I too stunk...
I thunk.
I took a dunk
and sunk.
A chunk
or hunk
of B.S. or bunk?
Please debunk.
Action, desolation, and desolation.
Doors shrink, shrunk!
Doors struck, locked
Let me in, let me in
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK-KNOCK WHOSE THERE
8/3/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
No image of himself
Too near in time
Shrunk back from, in cowering
This o'erpowering.
As what aged, bent, but for
Which missed chance, o'er
Love's, shows remorse so pronounced.
A life denounced!
O, a big burly trucker
got a persimmon pucker.
His mouth shrunk so bad,
he got stuck to a wall.
The doc called Gene Simmons;
though he prefers women,
his tongue-in-cheek kiss
is the cure for it all.
Thus left, whilst shrunk before it
World, as outsider
Knew it, through quivering dread
As a whole, crueler.
Then, once reached for, nor let drop
One hand of friendship
As soon felt, as gift therein
With the all, kinship.
Too much salt
Too much pepper
Spoil the broth
Neither is better.
LIFE is short
a magazine,
picturesque,
not obscene.
Used to read a large magazine, all about LIFE! It has shrunk over the years and is no longer the large icon
This shelter, most sturdy
For friendship
Is by them erected;
The female.
Men scratch heads! When that on
The inside
Shrunk back from is measured
For a gale!
Violently overwrought.
Sob on sob.
Whiny. Bewilders! Noise
Off the scale!
we used to see
eye to eye
agreeing on
how clean
the air was
down
there
that we
would have
the same
distance
when we
fell from
grace
but with age
and with youth
i shrunk and
slumped but
she bought
a pair
of new
pumps
Form:
dine out 'pon good food
salad soup entre' dessert
chocolate molten cake
getting dressed for date
all my pants shrunk at cleaners
lie down to zip up
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: "What Makes You Smile, What Makes You Frown"
Have you ever been drunk,
and submersed in a funk,
as if trapped in a trunk
but then asked to write junk
in a poem which stunk
though your mind has been shrunk
by a psychotic monk
who’s been beaten punch-drunk
and if not a slam dunk
as a poet you’ll flunk?
sun pretends to hide
clouds cover the face of rays ~
shadows sweaty swing
sparrows start shiver
crows skip their brisk bathing games ~
swallows seek the sun
green leaves grow glow less
twigs turn washer man’s shrunk thump ~
negating nature
21 October 2021