Short Todd Poems

Here lies Todd a selfish man
Too stingy to lend a hand or give a dollar to an unfortunate
Where are the mourners?
Imagine that....

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Stephen Joshua Sondheim
      a lyricist of my time
Gypsy, West Side Story, Sweeney Todd, Into the Woods…
   He was that good

11/27/2021...

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In diving the coast off Aruba,
He thought he would play his best tuba.
The fish thought it odd,
The stingray said “Todd,
That isn’t the way to do scuba.”
...

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Sing a song a sixpence,a pocket full of rhy,4 and 20 victims,made into a pie,when the pie was opened the guts began to spill,wasn’t that a tasty dish,it gave me such a thrill!...

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There once was a fellow named Todd
Who had a very strange habit, quite odd
When girlies came near
He would flap both his ears
To signal he was ready, yesireebob!...

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There once was a fellow named Todd
Who had a very strange habit, quite odd
When girlies came near
He would flap both his ears
To signal he was ready, yesireebob!...

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Snail Todd was to be married at noon.
He got lost, following the remnants of the moon.
I guess I could help out, a rabbit said to a baboon.
He gave him a lift, and got him there by noon....

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Hans Gruber to Severus Snape
Add Galaxy Quest as a jape
With Love Actually
And a Todd named Sweeney
Alan Rickman's my favorite escape


For Celebrity Limerick Poetry Contest
8/21/18...

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There once was a fellow named Todd
Who had a very strange habit, quite odd
When girlies came near
He would flap both his ears
To signal he was ready, yesireebob!


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Am watching Chuck Todd and The Lid
right now.

Did A Bid On the Lid

Had been no telling what they did,
So would go head and make a bid;
By next dawn,
New phenomanon;
Won and ended up buying "The Lid."

Jim Horn...

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Christmas lights
ring the house
and carols play.

Todd decorates 
his grand Victorian
every year and again 

a different woman
has moved in and 
neighbors wonder if

she will disappear 
as the others have when 
the lights and music end.


Donal Mahoney...

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He was the big stud-on-campus, was Todd,

   Until he was nabbed smokin' somethin' odd!

      Coach booted him from the team.

         Up in smoke went Mommy's dream,

            Of Todd being on a pro-football squad!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved...

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(In honor of my favorite president
as Feb. 12, his birthday, approaches).

President Lincoln was plain,
Good hearted, he served not for gain.
Clever Mary Todd snagged that “Honest Abe.”
Integrity, wit and charm made him a BABE!


Inspired by Catie Lindsey's Contest:
"You Who. . . . Yo, Clerihew"...

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A theatre legend - Mr Stephen Sondheim
an icon of Broadway, ahead of his time
smart lyrics, lush music, bold rhythms and rhyme
the curtain has fallen on a writer sublime.

// Stephen Sondheim wrote lyrics and/or music to West Side Story, Gypsy, Sweeney Todd, Into the Woods, Company, Follies, and many more musicals //

Written 1/13/2022...

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I'm not awake; I am inspired 
I am inspired by desire.
The desire I live and the desire to love
But most of all desire I write 
Quick!
Hand me a notebook
And ripe out a page!
Todd me that pen that lye across the stage!
Now let me sit
And let my hand flow in the page
No thoughts, just drive
No thinking
Just acting;
That is how you create a passion...

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I did not recognize my neighbor Todd.
He was wearing thick white make up
And an outfit that looked like a stuffed dress with a tale.
He did not look like he wanted to be noticed, so I pretended I did not know him
As I got off he said “Aren’t you going to say hello?”
Re-teaching me a lesson I should know
 never think you can read somebody’s mind....

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Well, it ... it's kinda like ... 
you know? It's - I - it's - 
it's a whole ... situation. 
You get to a ... a mindset, 
kinda thing. I mean ... 
you have to ... you ... 
it is what it is. Sorta. 
'Cos I ... well, I ... 
So I don't ... you know. 
It's like wooah. Hey. 
And it's so not ... 
Totally. I'm like ... 
whatever. 
Y'know what I mean?...

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The only game to be found was one tiny runt
Goddess Diana was sent by the gods to help with the hunt
The forest was amazed at her animal power
She unleashed cumulus clouds who brought down a shower
During the storm beasts came tr to the meadow
Many fabulous specimens were leveled by bow
Can you come again soon? Asked a hunter named Todd.
I think you can do it yourself, Diana said. Thinking his request odd....

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What game is it? Squishy asked Tough Todd.
Tough Todd gave him a hate look, barely a nod.
It’s Poker! Hissed Nutsy, here is your hand.
Squishy could hear a loud Mariachi band.

Where is that band? He asked and got shushed by seven.
Talk again during the game, and we’ll send you to heaven!
He did not know they were so serious about their cards.
He threw his hand on the table and ran to join the go-lucky bards....

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How could you discuss the Devil 
Sitting on a chair you swivel,
Thirty minutes pone still on Evil,
The picture your rival the Devil...

You dont reckon that he wont like it:
That he still knows how throats are slit,
 That you might  just be his next hit;
 On the news found corpse in a pit...
 
 From now learn to focus on God 
 And our God's right to Moses'Rod:
 Satan you fight like you do Todd;
 If he means to kill you a nod....

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Romanticize a scene 
it falls in endless dreams 
begin and then you see 
that what it is is all it will ever be

crimson petals in a vase
lace curtains rise, open windows
open eyes 
kisses soft
whispers cannot compete 
of how delicate a moment is with you 

leaves drop onto the ground
cold cobblestones
dusk drops upon us 
melting on our tongues such is Autumn 
until the second we must part 
I'll hold you tight here in the dark...

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As soft and gentle as the Eagle flies, it spreads its wing's
through the spacious skies. In its round about ways it 
circles the trees, with a gentle touch of a soft cool breese.
 
Beneathe its wings, the wind has caught, and lifts him up
but not alot, for it's up to him to find its place, or forever
the sky is all but space...
 

I have the permission of posting this poem on PS. This poem was sent to me originally from 
Todd Gilmore of Bunnell Florida...

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My father is the drummer
They call him MR. Brooklyn Covington
Mike does most of the vocals
And man this guy's voice is amazing
Todd gets his groove on playing bass guitar
he have you flowing
Then Jim jumps on the scene
And start rocking his mandolin
They call me a groupie
and no I'm not stalking the band
I just love them all
Because I'm their number one fan
so clear your schedule and don't be late
You don't want to miss this band their called
ALDENS GATE...

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In final exams scored zero:
Who drives The Cleanest Pajero;
The Guys ahead of him in class
Aware he is of Upper Class:
Enjoying financial morning
But after exams mourning...

Todd could with The Law have a brush
And a cop to hospital rush:
Bodyguards with exploding shots,
Richly paid but in agreed shorts...

Wishing to be like Todd A Gross:
Those who'd guessed they couldn't be Boss.
Life, forever, Different strokes;
The first lesson for all hurt blokes....

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I love Todd, yes I do.
Even when He takes a poo.
He is the apple of my eye.
If He ever left me, I would cry.
Todd is the one I see in my dreams,
but only He knows what that means.
He's kind of mean and doesn't think of others.
It's because He hadn't any brothers.
Still, he's always sweet to me.
Like bumble-bees in a honey tree
He is definitely my best friend.
By my side, through thick and thin.
Todd will always be the cat for me
Todd is the kitty of my fantasy...

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