Short Tim Poems
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On a rainy day
People go to Tim Horton's
To have a light lunch
While enjoying their meal
Waiting for the rain to end.
TV host, Tim Wonnacott,
About antiques, he knows a lot,
In hat and tie he'll always dress,
Are you ready to Bargain Hunt? Yes!
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After comments I received from CayCay and Tim, I knew this song I wrote was about them. Hope you all like it.
Life's Love
There once was a young boy called Tim,
Who decided the Mersey to swim,
Got in to his knees,
But started to freeze,
So decided it wasn't for him!
There once was a witty "tot", Tim,
His "radar" detected all the slim.
With "level" of glee,
He'd "deified" spree,
"Level" elated, Thats Tim's whim!
Little ghosts were sitting on a limb.
They were named Big Mac, Ugly Toot and Tim.
One spit out a head.
It was my friend Ted.
Now I am truly terrified of them.
Tim is so dense he never understands
Little wife Rosemary's hint of pretense
He cuddles her tender boobs
with sneak attacks on pubis
Oblivious to her sense of defense.
she be...
wait-dressed
to serve...
the late-stressed
try her
...sugar sweetened...
dark roast
...andt...
double espresso
...all with a...
table trot
stans sand
When young Tim learned Three Wise Men went far
on their camels to follow a star,
with surprise in his eyes,
he piped up, “They were wise?
So why didn’t they just go by car?”
Tim Conway was my favorite funny man
Back on the Carol Burnett Show, a great big fan
Busted me up
Filled my cup
Wet myself more than once sitting on the divan
As a teenager, hockey he breathed
A defenceman for the Toronto Maple Leafs
A star he became
Never knew his fame
After accidental death Tim's name was achieved
Tim Conway was my favourite funny man
Back on the Carol Burnett Show, a great big fan
Busted me up
Filled my cup
Wet myself more than once sitting on the divan
he goes around
singing the sound
he can be found
in midtown
stopping
picking up trash
his mobey where its stach
he smarter then all of them
they call him
SHOOPING CART TIM
Timmy was tinkering with a little lock,
When he was spotted by a passing cop,
A judge sent him to jail
And now without fail
He spends each day breaking up rock.
A custom myrrh
Bored Ed 'n Heir Plain
Flying 2 Tim-Buck-Too
On Airs Pain
He flew eek-on-a-me class
Saving Siri us money
But Lou zing his lug gauge
Was knot sew fun knee!
Here lies the body shot to hell
Of the gunslinger Tim McGraw
Quick on the trigger, all can tell
He was awful slow on the draw
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Have you lost the way
Tim and Cherry?
We all knew a fellow named ‘Tiny Tim’
Fit as a fiddle, though extremely slim
Poor Tim had weakling muscles
And needed a side hustle
So he spent all his spare time in the gym
There's a young fellow on P-Soup by the name of Tim
Ladies love him and wished they could tickle his chin
Among other naughty things
Much sadness it did bring
For Tim is the Daddy of a bunch of wee “hims”
© Jack Ellison 2015
Movie popcorn Tim purchased to share
with his date, who did not seem to care
when she first felt, then SAW
him reach into her bra.
Then she laughed, “There’s no popcorn down there!”
May 2, 2023
For Tania Kitchin's A Funny Or Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest
Tim is trying to fill Jack’s shoes
Writing limericks for us to peruse
He sure is a hit
When he writes with wit
It’s a challenge he just can’t refuse
Tribute to Tim Smith who is busy writing limericks as Jack is on away for a while
13th May 2015
I have a friend by the name of Tim,
He keeps in shape when frequents the gym.
His Kelly green Mustang he drove
And smack'd it into a cove.
The witches got him and ate one of his limbs!
Dorian Petersen
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,5,2014
Tim. Your latest poems stirred the memory of this one I recently penned.
I stumble down a street, cobbled with broken dreams,
hobbled by those memories chained around my heart.
Tears glisten as they're captured by silver moonbeams
tossed from Luna's fair hand as mine are gently caught.
In silence, your friendship is a sun to me,
Your warmth a shower to erase pain.
In you pain exists, something I cannot solve,
But in my warmth you can stay a while.
Just know that I am here for you,
For friendship is no one way street.
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Copyright © Darren White
March 31, 2017
For love is a combination of two
A feeling of joy just for you
For now you've found each other there's no one else
A feeling is joined that could never be less
For stronger together love will provide
And in each other's arms you can confide
For Sara and Time we all know it's true
As long as you have each other nothing else will do