Do you have a short Poem to share?
 

A poem that has stayed with me many years. A wise ole owl, sat in the oak. The more he saw, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Can we be like the ole wise bird

I have two favorites by Ogden Nash. Both famous and both funny

The Cow: The cow is of the bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other, milk.

Candy: Candy is dandy; liquor is quicker.

“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”

― D.H. Lawrence

There once was a young lady named bright
Whose speed was much faster than light
She set out one day
In a relative way
And returned on the previous night.

There once was a fellow from Boston.

Who drove around town in an Austin.

He had room for his ass

And a gallon of gas But his earrings hung out, and he lost ‘em

My childhood favorite.

The first mates name was Carter,
My God he was a farter,
When the wind wouldn't blow, and the ship couldn't go,
They had Carter the farter too start her.

There was a lovely young lass

Who had the most wonderful ass.

Not rounded and pink

As you probably think - -

It was gray, had long ears, and ate grass.

I like to sit in my recliner, and watch television.

There once was a man from Cass.

He had two balls made out of Brass.

In stormy weather, he rubbed them together

and Lightning Shot Out Of His Azz! :faint: :1rotfl:

We are the Lightning Capital of the World! :boom:

Guilty, sir. Bravo!!

There once was a lady from Nices

Who had breasts of two different sizes

On was so small, it was nothing at all

The other was so big it won prizes

What a funny little bird a frog are.
When he run, he hop most.
When he sit, he squat most.
And he ain’t got no tail at all hardly most.

Can’t think of one but thanks for the thread! Have laughed all morning. God Bless

I've never seen a purple cow
And never hope to see one
But I can tell you here and now
I'd rather see than be one!

There was a young man from Nantucket
He carried his food in a bucket
As he sat down to eat
Picked up Coke as a treat
And through a straw he would suck it

There once was a girl from Anheiser
Who said no man could surprise her
Then a young man named Gibbons
Undid her blue ribbons
And now she is sadder, but wiser

There was a nice fella named Ray
He woke up with a desire each day
He’d give his wife a nudge
But his wife she wouldn’t budge
Would she make the coffee, no way

Wrote this this morning

Election Day is finally here,
Can't decide so I'm shedding a tear,
One is so dumb,
But the other's a bum,
Maybe I'll just have a beer.

roses are red
violets are blue
I'm sick of covid
How about you?

There once was a man named Magruder
Who saw a young nude and he wooed her.
The nude thought it rude
to be wooed in the nude,
But Magruder was shrewder,
and screwed her.

There was a young lady from Lynn
who was so excessively thin;
that whenever she tried
to drink lemonide
she slipped thru the straw and fell in.

Most likely, animals and even birds, DO know when they are dying. They can feel pain. Humans are less aware of animal pain. Elephants stay for days and mourn the death of one of their herd.

Gasp, I remember the wise old owl! I also remember

Abu Ben Adhem
Written by James Henry Leigh Hunt.

Abu Ben Adam (may his tribe increase)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace

And saw, within the moonlight of his room
Making it rich, like a lily in bloom

An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Abu Ben Adam bold

And to the presence in his room he said
'What writest thou?' The vision raised its head

And with a look of all sweet accord
Answered: 'The names of those who love the Lord

'And is mine one?' said Abu. 'Nay not so'
Replied the Angel. Abu spoke more low

But cheerily still and said 'I pray thee then
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men'

The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
It came again with awaking light

And showed the names of whom love of God had blessed.
And lo! Ben Adam's name led all the rest

And then Burgess wrote:

Ah, yes, I wrote the "Purple Cow"
I'm sorry now I wrote it
But I can tell you anyhow
I'll kill you if you quote it.

Let’s hold our nose, go to the polls,
Throw our dice, and see how they rolls.
There’s one thing I knows. That is this.
Outcomes only yield transient bliss.

.........Poetry in notion,.... a lotion of potion fills the ocean.....what is your intelligence quotient?

If Prancer had cancer
and question had an answer
Would their offspring
be named Quanswer????

I know another one about a man from a Nantucket, but I would get into trouble if I posted it.

Therapy fee
 

she should have studied math wisely for she would have known the following einstein equation.
The angle of the dangle =
the heat of the meat times
the mass of the ass

I'll never post a limerick, I would rather be dead
If I ever post a limerick, shoot me in the head

Plantation shutters make people mad.
We need to pay them to get glad.
It's wrong to gather unless you protest.
Two old guys put our patience to the test.

Did we used to be better and happier?
Or did the whole world just get sappier..........
Everybody is mad as ****
And that is not the end of it.

Should we go out. Should we stay in?
Should we just sit here in the Looney bin?
The media tells us what to do,
And they are all under twenty two.

They're rioting in Africa and starving in Spain
Hurricanes in Florida and Texas needs rain.
The Kingston Trio doesn't sing anymore.
And Rudy G. is now messing around with a bore.

The news is depressing, the whole world is stressing.
And Joe and Don, they keep pressing
For our vote.
And that is all she wrote.

A magazine writer named Bing /
Could make copy from most anything; /
But the copy he wrote /
of a ten-dollar note /
Was so good he now lives in Sing Sing.

Short poem, by me
 

Ode to a relocated gator

They came for the noble fella the other day.
Told him he was too large and a danger to others.
Life is going to be better this way.
Under the watchful eye of professional care-givers.
No need to stay sharp for the hunt.
Lay still and wait for the rations to come.
Peace and quiet in your own partial space.
Avoid a trespass or angering another.
Assisted living for a primitive citizen.
Who could have imagined how it would end?
The buffalo knew but were forced to stay silent.

one day I looked to the sky

a bird dirtied in my eye

I said to myself good thing cows can't fly

I think I shall never hear a poem as lovely as beer
With golden base and snowy cap
the stuff the local bar has on tap
the frothy liquid I drink all day
till logic reason and good sense melt away
Poems are made for fools I fear
But Budweiser Draft thats a BEER

There once was a monk from Siberia
Whose morals were rather inferior
He did to a nun what he oughtn't have done
And now she's a Mother Sueprior

And my late brother's favorite...

I love Bosco
It's rich in DDT
Mother puts it in my milk
To try and poison me!

The other day I went to the park. And met a lady which made me happy as a lark. I couldn’t believe that this was true, for I was no longer miserable and blue. Then she told me how she wanted to be mine, I told her with a smile that would be fine. We walked around lake sumpter square, and were both hungry for a steak medium rare. We had a great time laughing and talking and before I knew it we were holding hands and walking. We went and sat on a bench at the lake as ducks were quacking and made a wake. She was so beautiful as I looked in her eyes and I thought there’s nothing about this woman to criticize. As I smiled, from my eye there fell a tear, she then with her finger rubbed my tear and so sweetly and softly said there’s nothing to fear. We both agreed that our evening together was the best but she had to go home and get some rest. She put a piece of paper in my hand and said, call me tomorrow for its now time to go to bed. I put the small note in my pocket with other things and drove north to my abode in Spanish springs. I emptied my pocket and on my desk was a mound but the greatest thing was not to be found. I looked and looked but I did not see, what the most wonderful woman gave to me. I suddenly became so somber, as I know I lost that precious number. Please if you read this you will know it’s me, for you is all my eyes want to see. Tomorrow at the same time at the lake can’t come too soon, I will be waiting under the historic blue moon Oct 30

There once was a man from Havana... Oops, wrong audience.