Short Slurry Poems
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An energetic farmer called Murray
Had a struggle to clean out the slurry
The pipe would block
By a big stone or a small rock
That’s why he was always in a hurry
There once was a man from Surrey
Who was rather fond of a curry
But when he overindulged
His trousers would bulge
Producing something that looked like a slurry.
Sifting slurry through my word sieve
occasional bright flashes give hope
but there is so much dross and the
yellow flakes in my quicksilver amalgam
may be naught but fool’s gold.
Brainstorm
faith’s open palms
vigilant in drought
sunburns brighter, moonshines boozy
grinning
Rainstorm
rustling the leaves
slurry stirred by lightning
overindulging town prayers
applause
Worry, worry, worry
rush hour's snow flurry
Blurry, blurry, blurry
windshield's already slurry
Hurry, hurry, hurry
home, so the car's not buried
Scurry, scurry, scurry
'undercover' with s/t furry
A man once pondered, “Is rough sex dirty?”
Replied “Only if it's done right”, his eyes quite blurry
Voice trembling and shaking
During this joyous undertaking
Apologized for his words which came out quite slurry
Woody Allen once pondered, “Is rough sex dirty?”
Replied “Only if it's done right”, his eyes quite blurry
Voice trembling and shaking
During this joyous undertaking
Apologized for his words which came out quite slurry
In Camelot there was a bold knight
And for him nothing seemed to go right
Fell off his horse with a thud
Into some slurry and mud
Now his armour no longer shines bright.
Written 18 April 2018.
For limerick contest
Sponsor Robert Haigh.
So cold is winters worry
Trepidation of the fury
Below zero trudging slurry
Walking the cold last mile
Dodging bears and trailing wolves
Through the forest of the woods
Take my hand that you should
Walking the cold last mile
We made it to the house with fire
Settle down, cosy smiles
If you had seen our feet in mire
Walking the cold last mile
Listen to poem:
Your hairy brown exterior
Belies the sweet interior
A gift to humans culinary
Or cocktail quite extraordinary
Your oil it smooths, caresses
A babies bum it blesses
Your cream is heaven slurry
As I add it to my curry
In short you're what we all need
Though your stature for a plant seed
Might be intimidating
I'll still give you 'A' star rating
A farmer by the name of Fred Murrey
Woke late and was now having to hurry
Wanted to manure his fields
So that he'd get better yields
But the pipe cracked and sprayed him with slurry.
Written on 2nd November 2022
A Funny Limerick - Make me Laugh Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Checked with - How Many Syllables. Com
Syllables = 10.10.7.7.10.
CRASTON AND CALISTA
Limerick
Craston married Calista in a hurry
It was a matter of marital slurry
Craston went to the west
Calista was blessed
She went to the east, killed a beast for curry
Craston married Calista
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
Whirling flakes of fantasy softly tango,
cheek to cheek, or modestly waltzing strangers.
Blizzard whiteout buffaloes moon and starlight,
cloaking the lovers.
Frozen fountain, brazenly fetching, catching
coins of ice, those stupefied flattened pennies.
Queen of snow and fairies do bluster shavings.
Breathless the statue.
Snowmen slurry tottering, wayward listing.
Melting, baring, chattering cherub crystals.
Water flowing merrily whistles sport at
winter’s undressing.