Short Zinger Poems
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A jar of olives in brine…?...
Add zinger or a punchline,
Let your juicy thoughts trickle,
Let your tangy wit tickle.
The title too must be fine.
I cried on a pale tree within my reach
Anguish flowed with a life lesson to teach
Though not a swinger
Here is the zinger
I can truly say I bawled on a beech!
Spring, spring. spring oh glorious spring
Puts a zing in your zinger, a kibb in your kibbutzing
Great words to live by
A nighttime lullaby
Before off to dreamland with a ding dong ding
Roy Rogers and Hopalong were heroes of mine
Now sex bombs zing my zinger, on their hoohas I dine
My mind goes askew
Lower parts can be viewed
That's disgusting, I take the fifth, a male I'm defined
I am a woman of God but....
She starts every sentence this way
I know there's a zinger of meanness
and it's coming my way;
She does this every time, each and every damned day.
Hate to tell Woman of God but women of God
Usually do not have to say.
Affection brings comfort ,displays exquisiteness,
Fascinates generosity, houses ideal justice, kind-hearted
like Martyrs needed occasionally, professing quietude,
Rebuking savagery towards underclass villeins whereas
x-rated youths zinger.
Date:9-25-2015
Gun slinger
Matt Zinger
Dressed in black
Didn't come back
High Noon
Was Doomed
Quick Draw
McGraw
Got A Rope
Hung that dope
Undertaker Called
Dead Body Hauled
Poured the whisky
From Junction 60
Dead Man's Trail
Where slingers failed
Modern warriors,
They fight for the home plate.
The bat and the ball,
is what decide their fate.
The people are pumped,
and they all yell and cheer.
In front of thousands,
the heroes with no fear.
Behind on the count,
but here comes the ringer.
Though it may look bad,
he will hit a zinger.
Under the lights and sound,
they come to witness.
The new king of the mound!
You buy some tickets, make some plans,
Anticipate an outing
But always with an asterisk
For naturally, you’re doubting…
‘Cause life throws curve balls and you can’t
Be looking for straight pitches.
“The best-laid plans,” the saying goes,
Are filled with unknown glitches.
And so you cancel, with a shrug,
The strikeout one small zinger,
As fate delights in pointing
With its well-known fickle finger.