Short Tipper Poems

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


Premium Member An Inconvenient Mistake of Fact

Al created the algorithm
One late night as Tipper danced with him
The thought came by chance
As they freestyle danced
Initially dubbed "Al Gore Rhythm!"
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Stripper Called Tipper

There was a stripper called Tipper
Who trapped his tool in his zipper
Caught his nuts in the teeth
And shredded the skin beneath
They now call him Jack the ripper
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Limerick: Once a Miser Lost Hoard of Halfpence

Limerick : Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence

Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Looked high and low and over the fence
When at last he found it
It wasn’t worth his spit
Ha’penny tipper got his comeuppance

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Titilation : Bawdy

TIT-ELATION
Cute Cecily worked as a stripper Men ogled, some helped with her zipper Huge implants were the star When she whipped off her bra She’d lap dance for any big tipper! (For Misty with love) 03/24/21
Form: Limerick

The snowglobe marble

Implying worldly men and women though animalia is a tipper of cunning heroes or perhaps the lie is before this, simple birdhouse moil in the clouds and send free birds like cloak and dagger eagle prowl, and absolve the saints of tired eyes, and let's look into the snowglobe marble in the summer for a festive wintery surprise.
© Ken Martin  Create an image from this poem.


It Never Ends

Water, water everywhere
And all the dishes in sink.
Mud tracks smeared everywhere
Wiped away to return in a wink.

Food, food so much to make
Breakfast, lunch, supper.
Just diet, for God’s sake
Plus, you’re such a lousy tipper.

Heaps and heaps in the hamper
Sweaters, hoodies and jeans.
Every day it’s a damper
Walking into these monstrous scenes.

Inspired by the "ruined" first line of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
© S Chen  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Ted Tipper the Male Stripper

There once was a stripper named Tipper
who used tape instead of the snipper.
Duck tape was his friend
When he did a back bend
But his pec’s still popped his side zipper.

Once while topless he pranced cross the floor
On each nipple a tassle he wore
Round they did twirl
Just like the girls
Ole Ted Tipper was never a bore.

Cross the stage he would scoot
In his red "do me" boots
long locks on his head
of real pretty red
and he'd bring in a whole LOTTA loot!
Form: Limerick

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