Whinging Poems | Examples

Self Cook

Sun burns
Skin turns 

Red raw
And sore

Next curse
Much worse

Shaking
Sweating

Twitching
Itching

Scratching
Whinging

Dying
Crying

Peeling
Spreading

Heat stroke
No joke

Best thing
Having

Sun cream
Regime

Fake tan
Safe plan

Self cook
Bad look.

One Too Many

		

‘You’ve had one too many’
Declared old Paddy’s wife
She always spoiled his evenings 
With her ‘trouble’ and her ‘strife’

‘I’m absolutely sober’ 
He replied with much aplomb
‘I’ve only had a couple
And I’m drinking beer, not rum’

‘I don’t care what you’re drinking,
You don’t know when to stop
I rue the day I married you
You useless, boozy sop’

‘Oh, hold your blather, Missus
Give that whinging voice a rest
The day you married me 
I’ll have you know you got the best’

‘Got the best? Well I’ll be buggered
You really are a pain
I wish that you’d get off yer ass
And fix that broken windowpane’

Now at this Paddy got real pissed
And sat up in his chair
‘Don’t you talk to me of work!’
He said with wild-eyed glare

‘I’ve worked myself to death for you
But you only whinge and moan
I swear I’ll clobber you real good
If you keep on with that tone’

But she was unrepentant
And continued with her rant
On and on she chided him
With never ending cant

The last was one too many 
For this much maligned hubby
So he lurched across the kitchen
And he hit her with his stubby!

I Came To Australia

i Came to Australia
by Bob Moore © 2020

I came to Australia a long time ago
as soon as I started to talk, they would know
you are a Pome, then they would laugh
your always whinging, and don’t like a bath

We arrived on a Thursday, at Pyrmont 14
and went to a hostel, in a black limousine
the only family who were going there
looked real posh, but we didn’t care

In my pocket two shillings, was all that I had 
with me, my three sisters, my mam and my dad
all else was back there, in a life left behind
with the hope, and belief, that a new one, we’d find

To a hostel in Burwood, that’s where we were bound
four rooms in a long hut, our new home we found
we made one the main room, with a tele and things
with hopes for a good future, a new start brings

Bob Moore

Entitled

I'm not wild about Harry.
Since he has lost the plot,
Whinging and moaning
And gossiping a lot.

He thinks he is hard done by
And everyone is unfair
To this spoilt prince
With the flaming red hair

His hair is not the only thing that flames.
He has a bad temper too,
He makes trouble and complains
Because he has nothing else to do

He thinks he is special,
And entitled in every way
Everyone should bow down to him
And agree with what he says.

Perhaps we would listen,
If what he says is true
But what has become his truth
Become lies to me and you

He was very privileged.
A Prince among men
You have goofed it, Harry
You will have to think again.

A Rant

What would  I want to say,
If I could rant today? 
Don't waste your time, okay!
No hard feelings, my way,
No need to be dramatic,
Whinging is pathetic,
Sniveling I ignore, my way,
Ain't misbehaving, anyway,
Don't snivel about chicks.
Off buns, other birds exist!

The Derby of Dilly

Whinging Willy sure felt silly
Placing a wager on a chestnut filly
Who ran around all willy nilly
Bringing up the rear in the Derby of Dilly

Just Stay At Home You Whingers

Bubble, Muddle, Puddle – Holiday Abroad Really – Just stay at Home

For all those that feel the need to fly abroad outside your personal bubble
Why, as surely that causes so much more trouble
Is it because you think you are protected
And therefore you are unaffected
Just because you believe
Somehow you have achieved
Immunity

Or, is it because you want a holiday?
If so then why not just stay at home
Have a staycation
Honour your nation

Because if you stay within your own bubble
Rather than spreading this virus
Into a bigger puddle
Then we may get through this muddle

So just stay at home and stop whinging

DAMO x

Sky High Silence

I hear no ambulances at night
            Secure sleep brings wishes accepted
            When the sirens are whinging
            Sanity slightly, briefly unhinging
            Silence bulges with restful respite
            Rural city living, sanctity protected


            Chatter, coo, call of bird community 
            Bud eardrum with broken two way tune
            Tickle of pigeon scale evocative
            Constant chirps mosaic cooperative
            Chime in with flight twit sweet carefree
            Siren counterpart halts song, confuses


             I hear no ambulances at night
             Tells me that little city sleeps as one
             Metropolis echoes layered havoc
             Rising pitch navigates dense traffic
             Granted nestled peace, place polite
             Midnight rest farewells sirens sung


             Comfort gained without the wonder
             Will the police chase end in tragedy? 
             Whinging sore implore of sirens
             Gradual damagable sanity expiring
             Are you able to roughly number 
             Amount of sirens you heard today?

I'M Leaving Eventually

I'm Leaving (eventually)

I'm going to leave the planet 
never coming back
wave you all a quick goodbye 
as I vanish into black

Traverse the great elliptic 
skipping the asteroid belt
on past the rings of Saturn before 
you'll even know I'd left

Uranus, Neptune, Kuiper belt 
ignoring Pluto as I fly
on through the icy-bound Ort cloud 
waving at Voyager as I cry

Among the constellations 
sail my spaceship unafraid
with my spaceman headphones 
listening to your whinging fade

And when at last, there's silence  
not the smallest peep
time will stop my mind grow quiet 
I might finally sleep

But if I woke in my bed 
and that was all a dream
I'd be awfully sad, disappointed 
in the very extreme

Not Again

Once was I a teen,
That's when Mum got mean,
Dragged us off on long drives,
Her whinging did give me hives,
Maybe she could not hack us growing,
Autonomy we wanted knowing,
We tried not to be like our mother,
Turned each into totally another,
Nag, nag, nag and moan,
Not again! I'd sit at home,
With music and a fur pal,
A book, a pen, a suburban gal.... 
So, in half a century,
Not much changed for me,
 I sit and scribble, solo,
But never alone, my muse, lo!

A Greek Tragedy

I knew an old woman from Greece
Whose whinging words would seldom cease
She’d constantly whine
When drunk on red wine
Her husband’s in dire need of peace!


How much cash does a Grecian earn -
such questions I tried hard to spurn
Her husband went mad
and did something bad -
she’s interred in a Grecian urn!

8/20/19

Williams Whinging Wife

William had a whinging wife.
William was a fool.
When she begged him for some water,
For too wet her whistle.
William tossed her in the pool.

William’s wife Wilma,
Looked at life quite starkly.
She whimpered and she whined.
While William was the whimsical kind;
Full of whigmaleerie and malarkey.

William had the wherewithal,
Which made them quite wealthy.
Wilma was no whiffler,
And didn’t merely whinny.
She whinged about her William and his methodology.

Taking Stock

Taking Stock
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I only tell of sunny hours...
A  s u n d i a l,  I live for sun.
I want all humans to concentrate
on what is good and fun.

I only tell of hours in sun,
and people look at me.
I am blessed with the sun's grace
so noble, and I plea

that humans never concentrate
on damp and dark and dingy,
but look at my enameled face
and take step back from whinging.


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2/4/2019

Let 'Er Rip 2 Petty Poet

PETTY POET

You deem
to stand in judgement of me
your mealy mouth poised
whining and whinging
such scathing sarcastic sniveling

What gives you the right
to tear me apart
with vitriolic venom
dripping like slimy snot 
from your gigantic gob

Listen up you block head -
pin back your lugholes
because
I’VE HAD ENOUGH!

I don’t give a toss about your opinion
not even a flying fig

after all ...

with your turgid twaddle
you’re hardly William Shakespeare!


Let er rip#2 contest

12/13/18

Reset Actions and Precautions

Whinging utterly pointless, act
To change the perception you project
Cursing utterly uncouth, exercise tact with the contact
Whom you desire to reject with the respect 

They least expect even when they suspect
Their exploitative tendencies piss
You off big time as you ought to protect
The best asset you own even if you don’t diss

Repellent contacts from whom you gain
Pain and strain as they pursue self serving agenda
But claim they’d do their level best to regain
The trust you once offered despite their utter disregard of the gender

Balance which in the new millennium
Projects fairness and awareness
Of the high premium
Socialites put on the happiness

Parties to a social contract deserve
In the way they die for each other
Sacrificing without reserve
Ensuring on each other they lump no sea of bother.

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