His And Hers (Fun Poem)
One was blue and one was pink
They sat on a shelf above the bathroom sink
And while their owners were fast asleep
They chatted to one another all night long
These two pairs of false teeth.
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
No Love For Jonny
No Love For Jonny?
Was doing the dishes when I felt an odd rousing
below the belt, thought of calling my girlfriend,
haven’t seen her for ages, but she probably would
want dinner, with wine, before succumbing to my
charms, and by then I would be drunk and tired;
so just forget it. Dried the dishes and staked them
neatly, I’m you, see housetrained and divorced,
went into the bathroom and shared my vanishing
ardour with the pink, blasé bathroom sink.
poem by Oskar Hansen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A man with a pink umbrella
Pink day
Pink hedge
Pink porch
Pink balcony
Pink woman
Pink ghost on a pink road!
Pink door
Pink hello
Pink dream
Pink sparrow
Pink night
poem by Framarz Bagheri
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
December Sunset
The pink-blue sky
With the grey-blue buildings
And windows all in pink
With the jet-streams flying
The pink becomes blue,
Becomes grey,
While our eye forms abstract designs
In the cold.
And the charcoal streets
With their white-blue lamps
To cancel out
The god-given darkness.
And finally, to the stillness of the night
We close our eyes
And dream of other worlds.
poem by Fred Babbin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pink
The Pink butterfly
looking like pink shirts,
My pink thoughts
looking like mom's skirt
My inner soul
has a pink ink
love is pink
from the cry of a baby in the sink
pink is nice
I love it to savory perfection
Pink is a man's color
I make it my selection
Pink is the star
that is iridescent
its a half moon
called a crescent
-Pink-
Christian Alexander Williams
poem by Christian Williams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Blue Poem
Writing my blue poem
With my pink pen...
Mellow blue,
Sweet Aster sugar blue,
Sad sighing blue,
Mid-night sky blue
Blues singing, crying blue...
'Lady Day' blue
Soon smiling blue,
Because I am thinking of you,
Writing my blue poem
With a pink pen
Thinking of you
(11: 36-11: 37 p.m.
Oct.15,1998)
poem by Dorothy Holmes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Problem With Teeth
The problem with teeth that are false
Is they don't always ride out their course
They shift when you're eating
Or fly loose at a greeting
Some marriages end with divorce!
The problem with teeth that are false
Is that they won't always lie
In a mouth half their size
And can drive a sane man up the wall
The problem with teeth that are false
Is they don't always ride out life's course
In on a hospital stay they get 'put away'
Until you can't find them at all!
And when they do finally arrive
It's on a woman whose barely alive
Though's she's making a terrible din
But when she smiles she possesses your grin
And it's hard to reclaim them
Because she's renamed them
But the teeth that you've got won't fit in! ! .
The problem with teeth that are false
Is that they rarey survive in life's course
So it's better to brush and religiously floss
So you don't have to lose them at all!
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Red midnight
Pink skies close above,
you was walking fast alone,
beautiful and wonderful,
the only moon in my sight...
Blue of midnight when sleeps,
Red mountain fast toward Pink skies
rests below....
poem by Valentino Igat
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We Have Mice
We have mice in the bedroom,
the living room, kitchen and the loo.
I have even found one in the bathroom sink.
They come in all sorts of colours
red, green, purple, blue and pink.
They all belong to our cat family,
Arthur, Barney, Charlie and Daisy.
They leave them all over the house,
even hide them in our shoes and under the mats.
Sometimes they take them to bed
when they are lying on ours.
We have mice, mice and more mice,
ain’t life grand when your kitty winks have fun
and you suffer at their paws.
However, we would not be without them,
as all cat lovers know.
11 January 2011
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pink Pink
pink pink
Confirmed that it was armed
pink pink
Was right to be alarmed
pink pink
Ensured that nought was harmed
pnk pink
Steady hand and mind
pink pink
Micro-chip designed
pink pink
The password was declined
pink pink
Another course to take
pink pink
Caution not to shake
pink pink
Captivity a mistake
pink pink
Beads upon the brow
pink pink
Experience the how
pink pink
No chance to turn back now
pink pink
Be certain not to slip
pink pink
One last wire to snip
pink pink
Two hearts that skip a beat
penk penk
The sound that gives a lift
penk penk
Time to collect the gift
penk penk
The robbery will be swift
poem by Chris Dawson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Chewing Gum (Fun Poem 46)
I enjoy chewing gum
it takes my mind off cigarettes,
but because I have false teeth.
(I lost the real ones years ago)
Chewing gum become like chewing super glue.
When it sticks, boy does it stick.
You stand in the bathroom
completely and utterly gummy
scraping the gum of your dentures.
So now, my motto is
if you have dentures
suck on a hard-boiled sweet,
they don’t stick to your teeth.
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Look good in pink
‘I Look Good in Pink’
All day I’m stuck
To the kitchen sink
Or cleaning the toilet
To get rid of the stink
Making breakfast
Dinner or tea
So that they will
All love me
Make their beds
Wash their clothes
Their dirty socks
Makes me hold my nose
So that they will love me
Partner wakes up
Has breakfast
Then goes to work
The children play with their food
Go of to school
This muck, no, thank you
How rude
Partner comes home
Has their dinner
In front of the telly
Or the computer
Then they fall asleep
Oh how I could weep
Saturday night
Down the pub
Suddenly they come alive
Come here dear; high five
Then comes the little wink
And darling you look good in pink
That was the final straw
To tell a man
He looks good in pink
In front of his mates
Put away some more beers
Need to sulk; have a think
It’s hard to be a house-husband
However! I do look good in pink
MICMAC
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Hand That Rocks The Craddle Pink
Pink used to be the preferred color for boys.
Clouds of white for girls.
The cradle... optimistically oufitted in pink,
is the color for boys, that for a girl being true blue.
Blue) a Virgin’s color (
used once for girls and pink for boys tossed out.
Pink, is as a shade of red
was considered masculine it is a “fierce color”
while blue is frilly and decidedly delicate.
Reason goes is that pink being more a decided
and stronger color is more suitable for the boy,
while blue,
which is more delicate and dainty, is a prettier fop
than poor the toiling girl.
Boys in pink.
Blue girls and is quite tamed in us famous,
but she also has a less known work called,
The naughty pink smile.
Children named Charles were not all girls
and where the girls and Elizabeth
are in baby blue while the boys are dressed in red.
poem by Is It Poetry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You know, Stephen says, in the movies no one ever goes to the bathroom. They shave, they brush their teeth. He goes right at this sort of funny taboo we have about the bathroom, and he turned it into this nightmare, you know, your worst fear of what's in there.
quote by Lawrence Kasdan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Think-tank! Sink-sank! A LONELY PINK ROSE Shrinks in the Only Garden!
Drifting in the lonely redwoods, I met a monstrous leviathan
By switching his homes and names - hermit and egotist heinous
Loner, sequester and seclusionist are his names - atrocious!
Lonely dybbuk visits every home gifting a rocket to you and me,
Think-tank! Sink-sank! A lonely pink rose shrinks in only garden!
I'm taking blows of west wind in barren land, cries a lone hand;
I'm sitting with empty ache; I'm a fruitcake in the lonely land!
I'm a blue star in the night sky; lonely car in the lonely street.
In darkness, I'm in rivers of blood and fears; is it solo treat?
Think-tank! Sink-sank! A lonely pink rose shrinks in only garden!
Lonely I am, I sit and stare; stand and care, yet a lonely stick!
Lonely I am, I feel pain; I cry my eyes out with lonely lipstick!
Lonely I am, like it or hate it, I feel and deal in lonely date;
I don't want to be lonely, I'm with me yet I'm alone, is it fate?
Think-tank! Sink-sank! A lonely pink rose shrinks in only garden!
Today I'm in sorrow, I don't know tomorrow, sings a lone sparrow;
Lonely in the morning I wake in the life of fake for lonely sake;
Loneness burdens, a gutless fight, a pitiless fall, a story fake!
I don't want to die, but I can't bear it anymore says a lone arrow
Think-tank! Sink-sank! A lonely pink rose shrinks in only garden!
Among horny cassowaries bumbles a solo red robin - lissome
Betwixt morbid jackals tumbles a solo cervid, a deer lovesome
Along the Blue Super Giants funks a solo red dwarf star handsome
In the smutty cabbage skunks shrinks solo cherry blossom awesome,
Think-tank! Sink-sank! A lonely pink rose shrinks in only garden!
poem by Harindhar Reddy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Cars... Waiting in the sun(9/11/01)
Patiently waiting their owners,
the cars sit alone
Blue Mercedes, black ford,
red Dodge, grey Toyota
But for tonight these waiting cars,
will not be going home
No one gives it a thought,
nor cares an iota
Only two days later
does one give it a thought
That these cars waiting their owners,
and coated with dust
Would never be driven again
by their owners
Though waiting, patiently…
oblivious in trust
Waiting in bright sunlight,
where once there was shade
From the two majestic towers
that seemed to forever persist
Waiting in the lonely parking lot
for owners delayed
By the fact that their owners…
and the towers… no longer exist.
poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Without You
Walk around the bathroom
Fill the sink
Wander round the kitchen
And make a drink
To occupy my times my
Only wish
I've rearranged the magnets
On my fridge
Without you now
Without you now
Without you now
Without you now
Just can't make decisions
Think what to do
Turn on my television
And think of you
Splash my face with water
Brush my teeth
Your toothbrush gone from where it
Ought to be
Without you now
Without you now
Without you now
Without you now
Ahh do do do do do
song performed by by Bic Runga from Drive
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Dr. Stein
Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap
now he's making better ones on a higher step
Bridge: On a warm summer day the doctor went away
to a place where he could make it real
his assistant's hips were nice
so he cloned her once or twice
now his hips are aching what a deal
Chorus: Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
lets them run into the night
they become
[1] great rock musicians
[2] great politicians
[3] a great possession
[4] a great oppression
Sometimes when he's feeling bored
he's calling it a day
he's got his computers and they do it their own way
Bridge: They mix some DNA, some skina and a certain spray
you can watch it on a laser screen
and the fellow's blue and grey
or sometimes pink and green
just check it out on Halloween
Chorus: Dr. Stein grows funny creatures. . .
Bridge: One night he cloned himself
put his brother on a shelf
but when he fell asleep that night
it crept up from behind and thought 'well never mind'
took a syringe and blew out his life
song performed by by Helloween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Under A Blue Jungle Moon
R. conway / n. brisben
Lifes just like a dream
Just a beautiful dream
Under a blue jungle moon
Love calls out to love
From the wood and the stream
Call with a weird savage tune
Through the night comes melodies entrancing
All through the night in pairs the world romancing
My own heart calls too
Jungle sweetheart for you
Under a blue jungle moon
Through the night comes melodies entrancing
All through the night in pairs the world romancing
My own heart calls too
Jungle sweetheart for you
Under a blue jungle moon
song performed by by Billie Holiday
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Pink
A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
And quaint florescence;
The siren of pubescence
Drew him in.
She bade him touch her hair,
Suggesting that he dare
To kiss her pulsing lips!
E'er the fool a man, he did:
The drips of blood began to cheer -
And so, another rid:
Tips of fangs are sharp, you know -
Dancing ivory feeds her soul -
See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind!
Slain, he lay across a crimson floor:
She grinned in her repletion.
A blush of pink;
Beneath a glowering sky
Her savoured drink
Was done.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
pink pink pink pink pink pink her blush
pink pink pink pink pink pink her blush
pink pink pink pink pink pink her blush
pink pink pink pink pink pink
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
River Shannon
Oh Shannon
I might be dreaming'
The stars fell down on the factory
The cathedrals repeating, the light receding
Bells on another day
Have you ever seen my face
Fast asleep and dreaming'?
Oh Shannon
The lightning' fell
There's an army down by the riverside
But I might be dreaming'
I can see that you don't believe me
And I might be dreaming'
If I dip into your water
Fall through my reflection
I will shadow myself anyway
Have you ever seen my face
Fast asleep and dreaming'?
And it don't seem right
That I don't get no sleep at night
What's the river gonna know about leaving'?
Oh Shannon
The soldiers are coming'
The guns are drumming' the night away
Rain, rain go away
Come again some other day
When I got time for believing'
Have you ever seen my face
Fast asleep and dreaming'?
Yeah! What is there left to believe in?!
Oh Shannon
I might be dreaming'
I might be wasting' my life away
listening' to you
Down on under the streetlight
You shudder and beat
The edge of the waterway
And I know if I had time
I might dive in your water
Lie right down in the evening rain
I just want this pain, pain to go away
Come again some other day
When I got time for bleeding'
Have you ever seen my face
Fast asleep and dreaming'?
And it don't seem right that I don't get no sleep at night
What's the river gonna know about leaving'?
Oh Shannon
I might be dreaming
song performed by by Counting Crows
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!