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Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 12th grade, family, father daughter, humor, humorous, mother daughter, relationship,

My Princess

When I grow up, will I still be princess?

Of course, says glowing daddy. 
 
A roll of the queen’s eyes.


Poem Details | by Cindi Rockwell |
Categories: crazy, daughter, funny, mother, mother daughter,

MOMMA KNOWS BEST -- for contest

Momma always told me,
"Children should be seen but not heard."
'Til I streaked through her Garden Party
And muttered not a word.

Momma always told me,
"The best birth control is an aspirin held tight between your knees."
But my boyfriends ALL had headaches!
Glad I put their heads at ease!

Momma always told me,
"They won't buy the cow if they get the milk for free,"
So I never served my best beaus milk,
Just liquor, wine and me!

Poor momma had another saying,
"You'll be the death of me!"
Momma, you were always right!
There was arsenic in that tea.

7/1/15

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: anger, humorous, mother daughter, teenage,

SPOILT BRAT FOOTLES

‘Princess’
in mess

Flicks hair -
Beware

Bad mood
Is rude

She whines
At times

She pouts
And shouts

Mummy … 
DUMMY!!!!!!!!!!

Stamps feet
Retreat!

Can clout –
Watch out!

Prissy 
Missy

Spoilt brat –
Hate that!

5th June 2015

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: clothes, humorous, mother daughter,

GREEN SLEEVES - BAWDY LIMERICK EDITED

Val’s daughter was picking her nose Then wiping snot on Val’s new clothes When Val finds sticky mess Of green slime on her dress The distress in her quickly rose Green bogeys all over her sleeve So slimy they make poor Val heave To resolve this issue Hands daughter a tissue But bogeys on dress will not leave! Val’s outfit that once was pristine Is covered with snot of bright green To compound Val’s distress She cannot wash this dress Dry cleaning should get her dress clean! each stanza 8,8,6,6,8 checked with how many syllables 3/14/19

Poem Details | by Ayesha Karim |
Categories: black african american, care, caregiving, child, childhood, giggle, girl, mother daughter,

Mama

Mama


I was only five years old,
getting my hair pressed for the first time.
I heard my mother’s voice.
She was reading to me as she was pressing my hair.
Mama always called me “my-Esha”.
She was so kind a woman.
She still is.
All the people I knew as friends called me Esha.
My family did too.
Mama would wash my hair and then press it.
The pressing comb would get very hot.
The sides would singe with steam and heat from the pressing comb.
The back of my hair was my least favorite part to get pressed.
She knew it and we joked about it when she was threw fixing my hair.

Poem Details | by CHICANO EDDIE |
Categories: funny love, grief, kid, marriage, mental illness, mother daughter, mother son,

ENDLESS FIGHT

"ENDLESS FIGHT"


if they had went through 
every minute of what 
conceived my wisdom, 
they’d all be running 
back to mommy. 

if she knew there was a 
reason why I kept my 
mouth shut, she’d know 
what she went through was 
normal for the life she 
was placed in and chose 
to remain confused in. 

confusion can !@#$ up 
everything… she knows. 

wisdom can change it all… 
I show. 

does the bee in the car 
fight for it’s freedom 
or 
move about hysterically 
enticing you to roll the 
window down in hopes 
you’ll cool off? 

the days pass, 
I stand my ground. 

they did this to me, 
I hold my ground. 

I… 
…did this to me.



By: Chicano Eddie

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: candy, conflict, grandmother, humorous, mother daughter, parents,

FIVE LETTER WORDS

Meets Nanny Named Annie Given treat – Candy sweet Mummy cross … Candy dross! Happy child Mummy riled! Lolly falls Tommy bawls! Tacky pants Mummy rants Tommy cries Daddy sighs Fresh lolly Tommy jolly Happy smile Short while Chews lolly Great folly Awful truth hurts tooth Blood pours Tommy roars Tears spill Mouth swill Tommy yelps Annie helps Hides candy Nanny handy! Annie sorry Gives lorry Tommy plays Happy phase! "Fem Bogstaver" Contest Sponsored by Rhoda Tripp 18/12/17

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: child, humor, mother daughter, nursery rhyme, poetry, riddle, school,

Smart Rosie

The teacher asked Rosie
"What rhymes with Blue?"
Rosie replied,
"Kalamazoo!"

Mommy asked Rosie,
"What rhymes with Sam?"
Rosie replied,
"Alakazam!"

Granny asked Rosie,
"What rhymes with Snow?"
Rosie replied,
"Kokomo Joe!"

Poem Details | by bh hallenburg |
Categories: cute love, humorous, mother daughter, valentines day,

Frog Valentine and Toad Response

Valentine from my Mother in 1973:

If you see a frog sittin' in a tree, 
Pull his tail and think of me.

My response:

Oh Toad!
Though butt of Jest and Ridicule since days of yore reviled;
Though favored on a Frenchman's plate and victim of a child; 
Though hunted by Brazilian bats, devoured in the night,
Or dried and sprinkled in the brew to conjure up a blight;
And even blamed for warts and such (although the wise know better)
when little boys decide it's fun to slip one down a sweater!
Despite all this, Poor Toady knows worst yet to come he sees...
is lovers climbing through the boughs tugging toadtails in the trees!!! 


Poem Details | by barbara barry-nishanian |
Categories: fashion, humor, mother daughter,

UGLY PIERCING

< Ugly Piercing Directing my attention to the boogers up your nose is about as beautiful as the dirt between you toes. Barbara Barry Nishanian July 18, 2018 copyright All rights reserved

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: body, clothes, funny, giggle, humor, image, mother daughter,

Her Prize Gave Rise

Much smaller than her Mom's full size she once took her bra as a prize. When placed on her tips it fell to her hips where turned a full cleavage did rise.
... CayCay July 2, 2019

Poem Details | by V. Deepa |
Categories: crazy, fun, humor, memory, mother daughter,

Pen disguised as a Hair clip

Sat to jot down limerick in log book Inept to find my pen carried miffed look Probed my mum who lay on bed She guffawed and slapped my head The clutched one tumbled from hair as I shook
Aug 29, 2020 Note:Limerick fun poetry Contest. Syllables checked: Howmanysyllables.com Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.