Short Tetanus Poems

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


Tetanus Shot

Did you hear the 80 year old fool
Thought that taking viagra was cool,
His wife in a flutter
Got shot from her Doctor,
'Cause he's using a rusty old tool..
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Grabbed Hold of Wildebeest's Tail

Grabbed hold of Wildebeest’s tail
Punctured it on a rusty nail
Big loud tetanus shot
Apologized through the mail
Afraid of beast by his wail
He was pretty hot

Come Comanche

demon allure coaxing me near
to a place inhabited
roadside flare

with ample provisions
action follows suit
distress, undressed with motive too

rustic claw piercing
tetanus thighs
sullied my hands and bolstered a lie

absolved of blame
i return unchanged

Premium Member August Crickets

Dark moon day of August
I stepping on a nail
hospital tetanus shot
I draw Kenaz from my Rune bag

Sitting out at night
First time crickets sing
Starry sky's Milky Way
Two shooting stars see me

My black cat runs by
Dog howls down the road
Forest spirits are afoot
Really too much magic

Rust

It’s rusty, but no tetanus.
Bristles could scrub it off.
But burrows shed more.
The concept is like shoe laces.
One shoe can be tight and the other not.
An uneven mess.
Running low on spares.
Despair would even out the pavement.
Make our travels less terrible.
But we can’t control rust.
It’s jealous old rust.


Premium Member Fallen 7 Year-Old Skate Boarder

7 year old skateboarder young boy with long braided Locs; Overpowered by powerful frocks; Skateboarding over wooden boxes; fell hard, knees scarred; Was impaled by a rusty nail; Went to ER had a passionate nurse She asked the boy which ouchy he wanted soothe first; She was like penicillin she stuck a needle in his buttocks the, filled with a shot of tetanus?

Premium Member December, December

December, December,
No lawns to be mowed,
How grateful am I,
For the fact that it snowed.

No weeds that need pulling,
No trimming the trees,
No flowers need planting,
No tetanus disease.

No lovebirds are singing,
No flowers' bright show,
No butterflies bringing,
A colorful glow.

No garden to harvest,
No strawberry pie,
No rocket's red glare,
On the fourth of July.

July and December,
Which month is the best?
I think I'll take April,
And skip all the rest!
Form: Rhyme

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