Short Wart Poems

I often worry
that I might run out of things
to worry about...

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I often worry
that I might run out of things
to worry about...

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Wart was a fine cat
And a gray hue was her fur,
Little Smoke she was....

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Donald Trump and Paul Manafort
Are seen to be Uncle Sam's wart
They both claim to be
Quite rich and tax-free
But in court they both come up short...

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Lines of light through window shades,
Landing near a ball of grey
            that's Wart.
The 'Burger beneath the table lies
Eye a sphere of sport....

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Once a witch with a wart on her nose,
And with runners in her pantyhose,
Went and traded her broom
For a Hoover vacuum.
Where she hoovered to, nobody knows....

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Larry had a wart on the end of his nose
it was appalling and he saw that it grows.
He found a doc
who gave it thought.
Then slickly transplanted it to one of his toes....

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Do not
Cast
That wary glance…

Pig-eye gaze
Twitch-n-twist smiley
Neuroglare scrape

Lipsmack grinny
Toadsnout squat
Oilclump wart

Shrug-n-hug troll
Dirtgoat kissy
Boneclone you...

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Wicked hexing creatures
Wagging their evil tongues
while casting ancient spells
Wart faced old hags. Women
who recite sorcery,  
with newt eyes in cauldrons
Wretches grouped in covens...

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Her mom has a wart on her face that grows
How that thing got there nobody knows
I looked to my wife and said
"Poke it, I think that its dead"
She said, "Stop it!, that thing is her nose"...

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This guy's got “IT” whatever “IT” may be
If I knew what “IT” was, I'd be so happy, I'd pee
Maybe “IT” is a wart
Quite ugly of sorts
Or maybe “IT” is a booger hanging from my goatee...

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Witches are wizened hags
With long nose and loose hair
Wart nosed ugly spirits
Wicked ramblers of night
Who ride on bristly brooms
Wielders of black magic
Weird sisters in Macbeth...

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castor oil rubbed on a mole or wart,
be from you stole, it leaves you short,
will you miss the little mole,
that the castor oil has rubbed n stole,
or the wart departed sort....

thank you Sara K.

Don...

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The long red line, ma'am, atop your hand
   a mere scratch, sir, time 'twill mend

That growth all swollen on your neck
   just a wart, infected a speck

O! you gasped and clutched your heart!
   ~ bled once, 'tis torment to restart...

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My life is a dime
Ten pennies on the dresser
Two nickels in a ??s belly

My presence is a wart
A pimple on the cheek
Spinach between the teeth

My absence is a mole
Surgically removed
Leaving an awful scar

If there is silver lining
I do not know of any
Maybe I'll find one...

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Haiku
That evil Sunday
A downpour of sadness from the sky
We went separate ways

Limerick
The bright Friday of thirteen
I married him in my teen
And in twenties decided to part
For he drank like a silly wart
This saved some damage to my spleen

Couplet
Marriage is the name of a see-saw
And divorce is its major flaw...

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   Child of floor and shackle mocks,
a cooperation of physic-circumstance.
A stalwart drag, stale wart brags.
Dungeon, so damp, 
the bottom feeding vampires in vitro.
Morph of mind sired,
desire turn to sour mankind to think of self 
and do evil,
festering the corpse alive.
Still, no word on who the Father is.
-
But, we know....

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Eye of newt, wart of toad, 
tongue of snake, wing of bat,
 whisker of cat, dragons’ blood…

Mix together what you have
a witch’s brew…

Casting a spell on one who has
 harmed you…

Or to rid someone who brings you 
despair…

A witch’s brew is whatever you
 want it to be…

Be careful, for it may,
 just backfire on you…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2009...

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Tripping, skipping, lipping Lee. I’ve got a wart hog, you’re on my knee!
Spiking, liking, biking me, I’m going to travel, far as you can see.
Hopping, bopping, cropping, key. Fits in a door knob, bigger than me.
Smacking, tracking, fracking, we.  You are a he, I am a she.
Shoving, loving, doving, bee.  From unknown places, now here with thee.
Wondering, thundering, asundering gee.  Leave well enough alone, and I will get you some tea....

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lets pray in honest
he uttered on top of a stinking wart
be ni saapa,nee gra yourta
sama go lasiol,hegoo,he wiwiteiten
bel fiar, biclame rejoicen
benasley oray hale lamemie
lefidiana fue
ablasior furitavaa subkocha
bepivaron cantossum
didencliasiosen even tonfuli
fincala gindedi ricctionedi
hiahame illambicado 
lato kambriano listechia
money fumbaria jusfiscu
nagoriflama leeptu hasori
amen
the rain stopped
and the flood began...

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Witchy, with a big fat wart
so horrid not a man would court.

She could have shed it with a spell,
so handsome men would ring her bell.

But Witchy's not the sharpest tool.
In conjuring, she was the fool.

A spell to be craved and adored.
She giggled as her magic poured.

Now she sits upon a log.
Just a big old slimy frog.

Toads adore her big fat wart.
Droves of them hop by to court.

Handsome men, her legs do crave;
fried in a pan or microwaved!...

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Thy wart-encrusted maw compellingly
constitutes a convalescant contrast
of pulchritude, most evident in earnest
and effervescent cockcrow light,
 
a visage matched by the craven beige
mundanity of oneself's soiled linens
which thou art so unpleasingly 
plastered against, decumbent
and dishabille
 
the illusion of chivalry
persists into mid-morning, slightly
ante-bruncheon, climaxing
with a most unpunctilious proclamation:
 
Thou droning whoreson baggage!...

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She has a skin doctor, a hand doctor
A freckle doctor, a wart doctor.
She has a joint doctor, and a gum doctor.
I asked if she had a witch doctor.
I could not hear a smile through the phone
But she did not pause, so I was disappointed.

She has an ear, eye, face and joint doctor,
A tooth doctor, a foot doctor and a knee doctor.
She told me everything about each of them.
How many visits she had last week,
How much they each cost, what they did wrong.
Worst phone call ever....

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Out, vile jelly! Sightless orb.
Horrified, yet we absorb.

Never sated, always thrilled,
Captives to the ink he spilled.

Our eyes thus peer through fingers tight;
Coveting his wit, we write.

The play’s the thing, its own reward,
Yet emulate we our dear bard.

For a moment, he draws near;
Perchance, we dream, our verse endears.

Nay, with scorn he soon departs:
“Thou art a very ragged Wart.”


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musings on Shakespeare be Damned by John Lawless...

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