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Short Whiffle Poems

Short Whiffle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Whiffle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Whiffle by length and keyword.


Premium Member Games We Played
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   Hide-and-seek
   Duck-duck-goose
   Jump Rope
   Hula hoop
   Hopscotch
   Pitcher-catcher
   Running bases
   Steal the bacon
   500
   Whiffle-ball
   Kill-a-ma-roo
   Games we played
     ~ Me and you...

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Categories: whiffle, fun, games, nostalgia, sports, youth,
Form: List



A Ware Wolf
Dedicated to 12 innocents killed by a gunshooter in West Cumbria.

A killer vindictive staunch, trivial systallic gush.
Violate grumble wish washy starling a virent push.
A Wheeler dealer syncopated steadfast ware wolf,
Gurgitation gusty thorough fare tripudiate brush.
Tirailleur timorous tintinnabulation whiffle tingle....

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Categories: whiffle, loss
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Jingle Jingle
Dingle, dingle, little strink;
Who the heck I am you think?

Whiffle, whiffle, toil and sniffle;
What the heck make my neck all stiffle?

Who’dat, who’dat big fat ally cat;
Where the heck you get that do’dat?

Lurky, lurky little turkey;
When the heck you go to worky?

Dapple, dapple little apple;
Why the heck you write this crapple?...

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Categories: whiffle, giggle, simple, word play,
Form: Light Verse
Loser
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Twirling whirly whiffle spots
Until the golden neon rots.
Baggy, red, balloon-pop eyes
Do shun the evil orb outside.

Resting in the toilet stalls.
Burning up with liver boils.
Rushing to the bandit now,
I slot another silver cow.

Who will buy my pocket-dust?
No fanny-waving, juggling bust.
Reality boards a bus to go
Dreaming high casino....

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© Tom Arnone  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: whiffle, addiction, depression, desire, games, loss, people,
Form: Quatrain
Autumnal Strain
Clouds from overcast heart rise,
                                And spread-
                 In sombre grey shade,
From horizon to horizon-
Over the clear,blue canvas.
I have yet more to lend!

These icy winds but belong to you
                                            I know.
The daylong whiffle fills my mind;
Do you have more to send?

Will my bones chill?
Does winter linger still?
                Or
Will it rain?
Bring an autumnal strain?...

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Categories: whiffle, autumn, grief, winter,
Form: Lyric




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