Short Uncle Poems
Short Uncle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Uncle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Uncle by length and keyword.
Old Uncle Jack while sampling the fine cooking of his still,
Was knocked out cold by the cast iron skillet of Aunt Jill.
A military wife may screw
Each man on her husband's work crew
A Service wife
Repels all strife
Because she is One of The Few
My funny Uncle!
Had bought a bag of field beans my Uncle when aunt had asked for their living room a bean bag!
10th October 2016
Uncle Scrooge had lost his wallet
He went mad and chased a pullet
He fell down the glen
Ended in cow pen
Mr.Scrooge had to bite the bullet
My uncle the world traveler.
Wise and eccentric as he may be.
Always a story to tell.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A little sweet bit of a depravity,
Is my propensity for tooth cavity.
Yes I must confess,
My teeth are a mess!
Ask my Uncle Toothless McGravity.
I know you were just being petty
When you laughed at my Uncle Betty
But who would believe
That he could conceive
After eating all that spaghetti?
if i had another wish
i would want back my pet fish
for my uncle came to town
and in mothers dressing gown
served him on her fav'rite dish.
An old uncle we used to call Tit
So lazy he won't try to keep fit,
His belly he should loose
He could not see his shoes,
In a barrow he had to push it.
Uncle Joe
Here lies my old Uncle Joe.
We sure weren’t sad to see him go.
He ripped off everyone he met.
Now his poor wife must pay his debt.
4/20/19
Remember don’t do the crime...
Unless you're willing to do the time.
Be good, you’ll get treats.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
We grow our family exponentially.
Siblings Uncles Aunts Cousins and little ones.
Take care of our own.
Worku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When I turned eighteen I met old Sam
and he looked as gentle as a lamb
but then his family
bore down quite hard on me
greased me, fleeced me took my money! Damn!
Once there was a man called Uncle Duck
no silly, a scholar with wide exposure is duck
Boasts Symbol of freedom is I,
symbol of happiness and fidelity is I
bloody post modern is duck.
I'm kind of worried 'bout ole Uncle Jack
Who has developed a dirty old knack
He bothers little girls
By twirling their blond curls
Glad Jack's arthritis acts up in the sack
Quit aping around God know's what His form looks like Man in his image
Popi "Uncle Doc" had a pier I say.
Sitting on the dock on the sunlit bay.
Drop the tin bucket, grab, boil the crab.
Eating the sweet meat just as it is.
Yummy to the tummy with Cheese Whiz.
My Uncle Joe loved to engage in tickling
Especially young boys, it was sickening,
We wondered about him,
Hanging out at the gym
'Till he started openly soliciting!
A son of Georgia
I was a chemist by trade
'Unbossed and Unbought'
'The Movement' gave me a call
I left the lab and I marched
My young blind date thought he was hilarious
His antics were corny, ridiculously overdone and nefarious
Mother thought he was charmingly gregarious.
Why don’t you date him? Suggested Uncle Darius.
Uncle Joe spends his days on death row,
for killing his best friend and Aunt Flo.
He found them in bed,
then filled them with lead.
Losing a friend hurts, don't you know?
3/28/20
Uncle Didi stays in abbeys and churches.
Ministers, nuns, monks gather.
Group of seniors, veterans lurches.
He was never a minister -- a butcher.
Behind the church is a shop,
where he used to work and chop.
Looked up to the heavens, saw a huge green flash
It was Uncle Reggie with flames shooting out of his ass
Soaring through the stratosphere
Till he almost disappeared
Zoomed down and up Donald's ass causing gas
uncle sammy loaned
himself some money
to give to auntie nati's
newest honey
so uncle jerry
would do the very same
with mister rus to blame
for blowing pipes
but no one gripes
for honey a proxy
makes us all seem foxy
Neither bells rang
nor rifles sounded
The transition quiet
neither looting nor riots
A veritable coup
pulled off by old pros ~
helpless, pinned to the ground
Cry ‘Uncle,’ Joe, it’s time to go