Short Wheelie Poems
Short Wheelie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wheelie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wheelie by length and keyword.
I have a sibling somewhere in Dublin
When I miss her I jump in a wheelie bin
And pen her a limerick
Just to make her smirk
If she don't like my head will spin
Silverado truck and F-one fifty Ford
Went on a date but both got extremely bored
Chevy made a wheelie and Ford promptly booked
Date didn’t last as long as the dinner we cooked.
cars sound the alarm
autumn delivers it's storm
night time is shattered
window faces watch
our world of broken branches
wheelie-bins gone rogue
when tomorrow comes
boys will collect their conkers
grown men their shovels
Death
death gives no fear
cos winters here
his bony hand is thin
he'll need his coat
but will he float
when i step on his neck so thin
when he comes back
his bones i'll crack
and check him out for sin
and bruise him blue n black
and leave him in the wheelie (bin)
perhaps
Don Johnson 19-may-11
troubles are a state of mind,
the tree wont bark if you unwind,
leave em on a leafy branch,
ask the lord to them recant,
till less of them you find...Don
I spoke to an old guy on his motor wheelie today...
he said he was going to the uniting church for xmas...
to join the lonely and the looney
Observe the garden ninja
on the attack
a leaf blower
strapped to their back
and a lawn mower
but no sack
to collect the clippings
let alone picking up and putting in
the garden waste wheelie bin
merely making noise
severely reducing weeds
and flowers alike
'til they're nought but seeds
and when they strike
producing fumes
from badly-burned
fossil fuel ill-consumed
on the wind to be returned
from whence they once were
all flora is sadly doomed
I'll race you to the corner
Watch me do a wheelie
Want some ABC gum*
Mary is a fraidy-cat...
As we age, inevitably badly
and enter our final phases
The cruel lash of time
contorts these treasured phrases
I'll race you to the coroner
Watch me in my wheelchair
Want some more oxycontin
Mary is a vegetable...
Hate to be so grim
but when the fix is in
All we've left is words to say
'til dementia takes those away
*ABC = already been chewed
Trees were bending, gates a-banging, leaves were airborne too
Howling like a banshee, autumn reigns anew.
Around the parks broken boughs lay like severed limbs,
While out on empty windswept streets, hurtled wheelie bins.
And so it is, seasons change, in turn they take the floor
A flourish of autumnal hues, before winter knocks the door.
Entry for
LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM ,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
21/9/18. Placed 1st.