Short Toddle Poems
Short Toddle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Toddle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Toddle by length and keyword.
Did you see our POTUS toddle?
Its called the, "Air Force One Waddle"
But a U. S. Marine
Claims our POTUS is clean
And the Army's top roll model.
Fresh off the teat, throttle on bottle
Fresh on the feet, waddled a toddle
Tot spit out a noodle
Then spit out a doodle
"MOM!...You gotta swaddle my waddle!"
So it's off I toddle back to the “lims”
Guess that's where I belong, producing grins
It's my lot I've discovered
Other forms I've sputtered
If you could see me now wearing nothing but skin
Tiny children
Roaming towards doors
Imitating
Creatures of night
Knock, knock
Odd sounds
Radiate back at them
Toddlers scurry
Run back to mom
Edge back towards the house
Aggressively grab some candy
Toddle next-door
Here comes —
slowly— the greyed fitness with heavy,
clasping hands, that tie up
limbs with the flayed string of life,
in which we build gingerly,
toddle for the last time,
and climb stairs more with our breaths
than with our senses.
Never ever had a family doctor for most of my life
But since becoming an old fart, now I never ever think twice
A pain in my lower regions
Or my neck or some unknown adhesions
Off I toddle, don't rely on the roll of the dice
© Jack Ellison 2015
Build me a house my children can run in,
One they can toddle around and have fun in,
Give them some rooms with unbreakable chairs
A house with no doors or windows or stairs,
Let them be free, let them be who they are
For if kids can’t be free, they will never go far.
I do not sing or dance or model
I do not ring or prance or coddle
I do not ding or chance or swaddle
I do not cling or glance or toddle
I do not sling or lance or mottle.
I play with words, and drink my water.
I laugh at life, and visit with my daughter.
I draw my cartoons, and enjoy my art.
I enjoy my grandchildren, they are my heart.
I spend time with my husband, we are rarely apart.
O squalling baby fat and red,
Laying on your nursery bed,
Clamber down onto the floor,
Crawl or toddle out the door.
Go to school. Graduate.
Take another for your mate.
Get a job and buy a home,
Raise a family of your own.
Save your money to retire,
Watch your grandkids and admire.
Now you're old and life is done,
Did you have a little fun?
O squalling baby fat and red,
You've just been born, and now...
You're dead.
Sweet as an apple
Pious as a Bible
Resolving battle
TOI is a supple.
Anything brittle
Or be it subtle
It make it nuzzle
TOI is a supple.
It is like a ripple
Increasing wheedle
Clearing baffle
TOI is a supple.
Those who toddle
Should read Title
Ads may be ignoble
But TOI is a supple.
Those who whistle
Or go as turtle
Or in a debacle;
TOI is a supple.
To remove pustule
TOI is best Tool
Makes mind fertile
TOI is a supple.
In my dreams, I see cute babies
Little ones crawling and smiling
Their soft sighs of satisfaction
Are somewhat sweet and beguiling
They toddle on their little legs
To my lap of love that's longing
Laughing loud, I lift them up close
Cuddling, cradling, all belonging
I raise my hands to hold them near
Find empty air and shed sad tears
Waiting still, this dream to fulfil
Until then, I've hope ~ my God hears.