Short Yer Poems

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

my brand new Harley
tight leathers
the freeway beckons

A biker’s dozen contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy

9/28/18

© Jan Allison  

He Was
All Cowboy
With No Hat.

I'd Kindly
Invite You
In For A Chat.

I Don't Know
If A Cat Can
Talk, But...

I Don't Have
A Cat.

Don't Bust
Anything.

© Gray Squirrel  

The old Scotsman burred loud on the dock:
" Bring along more than tackle and block!
  For if yah cast out yer net,
  yah might live to regret
  bringing ole Nessie up out of the Loch!"

© Gerard Keogh Jr.  

When did it become kosher to show your butt
Jeans hanging down showing your you-know-what
The crack in your hide
And the hairiness besides
Should be a law to control these guys as they strut

© Jack Ellison  

When did it become kosher to show your butt
Jeans hanging down showing your you-know-what
The crack in your hide
And hairiness besides
Should be a law to control these guys as they strut


© Jack Ellison 2015

© Jack Ellison  

It needs no practice
Hardly any thought at all
Just hold your hand in front of you and let
your middle finger plus one towards your pinky fall.

A universal sign
not just for the deaf one but for all
So the next time your hands are feeling blue and left out
Have it sign the I Love You call

© Cathy Bray  

For months Santa tossed back barrels of brews

   He was so fat he got stuck in the flues

      Ms Santa warned he might croak

         Choking on billowing smoke

            And to lay off his gross guzzling of booze

Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Holiday Themed Limerick Poetry" Contest
(18 November 2019)
Placed No. 2 in the contest

© Robert L. Hinshaw  

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                                       she ain't walk'n
                                                right

                                              "whut"

                                            bull bash
                                            bull bash dude

                                                    ,)>

© James Peranteau  

.
                               i woke this a.m.(she were still snore'n ')
                                         yup
                           i woke up this 'noon (she were still snore'n ')

                                       nope
                   i woke up thuuuuh next a.m. (that bewitch'd were still snore'n ')

                              i dun fire'd that
                                       maid

© James Peranteau  

Please rate 1-10
(1 Santa would be proud or
  10 A coal in your stocking!)

A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense
Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence

So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me
As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree?

The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this Christmas
Way down yonder on the Panama Isthmus

There's a honky-tonk there on the ol' canal
Tequilla will be flowin' for me and my gal

© Robert Gorelick