Short Strop Poems
Short Strop Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Strop by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Strop by length and keyword.
The young say that granddads have ruined their lives
They’re getting themselves in a strop
But can they explain why, when they want jack boots
They go to a fancy dress shop
Categories:
strop, appreciation, history, remembrance day,
Form:
Rhyme
You can’t admit wrong
And always blame me
Act as though strong
when clearly weak
Rage and shout
childishly
Create the scenes
disrupt the peace
Paranoid
think you’re headstrong
Easily annoyed
turn red and strop
No one can tell you you’re the problem
You’re emotional hell that doesn’t stop
Categories:
strop, people, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Without values life may whop
And you cannot even yawp
As the destiny may strop
A valueless person nonstop.
If your values from life lop
It is zilch and make you fop –
Fop – a man with concern atop
For dress than character prop.
Without values we may drop;
Cannot stand or walk; sit or hop.
So respect values that clearly mop
All bad, illicit or forbidden crop.
Categories:
strop, philosophy,
Form:
Monorhyme
Never will she stop
beetroot chops
My daughter's Tenth time
swinging across
Children behind waiting,
their arms crossed in a strop
I call out and say,
Being fair you are not
Then reaching quickly
she climbed to the top
Pointing her finger toward
the near ice cream shop
I nod in agreement
Both are smiling a lot
My daughter runs over
excited and hot
Categories:
strop, age,
Form:
Rhyme
Book is the only stop
Where all halt from top
For knowledge or whop
Of all sort and thoughts slop.
Though it clear drains prop
For teacher or for carhop.
They are vaguely clear lop
Whenever read makes plop
Of cognition to take you atop.
This is for money a great swop.
These are sooth in great strop
For those who keep them at doorstop.
What a pleasure they are as sop.
I loved to have ignorance to mop.
Categories:
strop, books,
Form:
Monorhyme
Sanmati, my messenger, is no more a milksop.
Ardent though is she never will yawp.
Nagging sometimes though in some shop.
Merrily walks in crowd alone till atop.
Amends her needs; tackles one with strop-
Till he agrees with her, else does lop.
In always high spirits, ready to swop
Joy or sorrow equally treats like gumdrop.
Angry if treats us like a bellhop
In our home or out, but never plop
Nor cry in public to show us flop.
Categories:
strop, daughter,
Form:
Monorhyme
Yard sale searching
While looking through the rubbish pile,
Something found did cause a smile.
My fathers broad old razor strap,
Can see him strop his Bengal at.
When I raised his temper, feel,
leather strap, buttocks to heel.
Respect for father’s, worked back then,
On Discipline you could depend.
But all at an end, minority’s descend,
So chaos rules the young,
No penalty now my friend,
Rules have a weak bung lung.
Yard sale contest 12-june-11
Categories:
strop, adventure
Form:
Rhyme