Short Yeller Poems
Short Yeller Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Yeller by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Yeller by length and keyword.
She was pretty. Her long hair was yeller.
He was ugly… a balding old feller
He slurred, "ma handle be Luke,"
She gagged and started to puke,
‘till she saw the gold stashed in his cellar!
Trump Did Compile Period of Denial
What Trump again was trying to compile;
Length contained in his period of denial;
A story teller;
Golden stream yeller;
We are sure eventually will end up on trial.
Jim Horn
Taylor's pretty swift, a single cat gal with grit
A brash gust of fresh air with verve drive and wit
Swifties exude grand elation
So goes Swift, so goes the nation!
Scared of big yeller bullies? Not one damn bit
Not a Fighter
Limerick
By: Tom Wright
10-5-2019
I once knew this “feller” who would not fight,
at the first sign of trouble he always took flight.
His name was Dan,
and a very good man,
But “he was “yeller” as mustard without the bite”
Had an old Cadillac and a gal named Ann
And I played fiddle in a travelin' band
I loved my Ann and a dog named Yeller
They ran off with a yodelin' feller
I woke up this mornin' on a choo choo train
Bound for Amarillo in the pourin' rain
Starin' out the window started me thinkin'
It's gonna be this way 'til I quit drinkin'
3-22-19
Contest:Wk 4, March 2019, Max 8 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I'm a fan of lemons
I suck them till I pucker
lovely yeller lemons
bring sunshine to a sucker.
Lekker lemon lollies
lay lolling on my lips
I lick them 'till my mouth's raw
and then dip them in my sips.
Lemon pies I like a lot
with white meringue sans yolk
and those lekker banana creams
well, my love for them's no joke!
Yes, I'm a lekker lover
of goodies by the score
for I've a mighty pucker
and I really am hardcore!
Jacob was minding his orchard the other day
When snickeroo snackeroo he was snatched away
The apples said “Dang! Those aliens don’t play!”
Whisked into a spaceship, taken beyond the Milky Way
His faithful dog was the only one to tell the tale to his wife Kay
She did not fully understand his hound, Old Yeller Gray
But had the feeling Jacob was completely gone that day.
A terrifying tale relayed to me by my horrible cousin Fay.
I write about good times underneath shady trees
Dreaming of love and good whisky
Old Yeller sleeping on the front porch
Catching fireflies in a mason jar
And Singing country poetry
Kenny Chesney and Willie Nelson are blaring from my car radio
Making sweet love under the hot summer sun on a bed of dandelions
I’ll asks you to be my darlin if you don’t mind that I’m country
Because I don’t know much about love or god
But I know that I will be singing country poetry till I die