Short Wooden Leg Poems

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


Premium Member Pooting Patsy

Once was a lady named Patsy
With wooden leg and eye glassy
She looks both ways
Glassy eye just stays
Often poots for she is quite gassy
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Pirate Bay

```Pirate Bay the Haiku``` 

pirates fierce and mean 
drowning fish, sea to sea 
parrots on their butt 


```Polly Wants A Cracker``` 

bloodthirst & brutal 
Quartermaster Gone Wild 
dirty wings on deck 


```Sea World Adventure``` 
ship crew goes on strike 
sailing the Caribbean 
wooden leg splashing 


~*~
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Nameless Pond

A nameless pond is drying up.
Miss lily is showing off her green wooden leg.
Extending a green cup toward the clouds.
Green glass frogs are chanting in the shallows.
Red eared sliders turn a wooden potter's wheel.
Then plopping headlong into the green slime.
Death always square dancing toward life.
In the middle of this nameless pond.

The Not So Perfect Woman

The Not So Perfect Woman 

Last night when my heart was in a flutter
Around to Angelina's house we'd go
I was hungry so she fed me bread and butter
Then she walked upstairs moving very slow
 
Her teeth she would lay upon the table
Her curly hair was hung upon the bed
As I was there to show her I was able
I saw her screwing off her wooden leg.
Form: Rhyme

The Ward Nurse Has A Wooden Leg

scuffs in the pearl white floor 
	when she leaves the room, 
for empty hospital hallway memories, 
	haze of sterile gloom

like snails, the chronic men 
	each slowly wear away, 
their minds left to trail behind them,
	their faces falling into decay

the grey walls with snake green stripes 
	always constricting them,
the dim fluorescent flicker of the fate 
	to which they have been condemned.
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Bake a Cake

Bake a Cake

Go ahead and crack an egg,
Mother Patsy and daughter Meg,
Could just not get it right,
It would, crash, splash with might,
On Grandpa’s wooden leg!

So Meg and her mum,
Decided to give grandpa rum,
So he wouldn’t be in the way,
They broke more eggs from a tray,
Finally they made a cake that was yum!

Grandpa woke up and ate the cake,
He thought it was great,
But got a pain in his tum,
Meg and mom called nine one one,
And then they continued to bake!
Form: Limerick

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