Short Whiner Poems
Short Whiner Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Whiner by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Whiner by length and keyword.
I remember as a kid this one little guy
tough as nails and quick with a lie
he showed up with a shiner
but he wasn't a whiner
said he, I hit his fist with my eye
Slave-driving beaver:
"Dam it
Damn it!"
Unhappy restaurant client:
Diner
Whiner
Neutered Tomcat:
Benign
Feline
Why did she slap me? All I did was:
Toot her
Hooter
Careless Urologist:
Pecker
Wrecker
i knew an old cook in a diner
who was a terrible whiner
but people loved what he cooked
and the diner was always booked
no one had fare that was finer
Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
7/12/19
oh drama queen
winner of so many awards:
The Whiner,
The Stomper,
and yes of course
The Thrower of all things that are in your reach
you put on such a good show
i'm really honored to receive a front row seat
i admire your technique,
but not the unwanted attention you obtain
or the nasty little stares from on coming traffic
One day cat ran off with my pork wiener,
now, usually I am no whiner;
and I love my cat divine,
always in my heart will twine;
but, gosh darn, there was no wiener finer!
________________________
February 21, 2023 (repost)
Poetry/Limerick/The Weiner
Copyright Protected, ID 1526-946-21
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
If one’s mother-in-law is a woman Hitler, the father-in-law might be a fatal whiner!
Horrible women are sure to abuse
the spouses who bow and scrape to such shrews.
Merciless, malicious, manipulating matriarchs make mere mortal meek men miserable.
Dec. 17, 2015
Anagrams: Mother-in-law/woman Hitler; father-in-law/ fatal whiner
her make up could have been much finer
the powder accented her purple eyeliner
she paraded past a farmer and a miner
is that make up or does she have a shiner?
Yes at thirteen, if you’re not a forty-niner
You don’t need your under eyes to have black eyeliner
But we do not say anything, because thirteen is a whiner
At supper we all keep our mouths shut at the clown-like diner
Grumbles and groans about all she sees.
Bellyaching and complaining
Fussing, kicking and squawking
Peevishly petulant
bitter mudgeon
grouchy whiner
a surly
boorish
gripe
those Connecticut crocks think they are too good for us
They look down their noses at me especially said Gus
They are snooty and snotty, their shoes are designer
I cannot stand to be around them; their son is a whiner
I was thinking the only whiner here was my cousin Gus.
But I did not say it, because I did not want a relative fuss.
Grandma invited the Connecticut crocks to Thanksgiving that year.
I actually found them to be delightful, insightful and pretty much dear.
Deliver me a Man
not a boy
lm not searching for little patters
down the hall
lm looking for feet up the stairs
Accompanied by a hoarse voice
full of authority and confidence
Deliver me a Man
not a boy
lm not searching for a whiner and complainer
who leans on me for his standing
lm looking for broad shoulder
that know how to lift their own burdens
And yet still still manage to lift me
protect me and provide for me
Deliver me a Man
Not a boy.
By Amanda Ranganawa
Gloria, generous Geisha kitty was taught to be demure
She was not a whiner, barely issued whimper or purr
Wore flowers in her hair, her room was subtly perfumed
She held court in there, teaching tricks to those about to be groomed
She taught me too, granddaddy told his young grandson Might.
She’s rather long in the teeth now, though, isn’t that right?
That Gloria’s age had been mentioned was shocking to some cats.
Gloria’s children heard it and said “but she still catches rats.”