Martin Lawrence missed Will Smith.
They hadn’t seen each other
Since Bad Boys Two.
Martin spent 15 years
Smiling at anyone with big ears
Pretending it was his old partner.
But it never was.
He was so alone.
Sad boy for life.
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
Emma Watson and Emma Thompson
Loved how their names were similar.
Thompson would say stuff like: “Hey, Em! You what, son?!”
Watson would say stuff like: “Hey, Em! You thomp, son?!”
They’d both piss themselves laughing
But for very different reasons.
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
Sarah Michelle Gellar
Was not a great speller.
She used an o for every vowel
And would sign autographs as
Boffy Tho Vomporo Sloyor.
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
Ron Perlman loved his chin.
“My chin is the thing that makes me win.”
That’s the sort of thing he’d say.
It made no sense, but he’d always say it.
Sometimes he’d yell it.
“MY CHIN IS THE THING THAT MAKES ME WIN!”
Ron Perlman loved his chin.
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
David Letterman decided to be a Betterman.
He vowed to take sick pets to the Vetterman,
Knit his Nan a Sweaterman,
Eat less Fetaman,
Become a Go-Getterman.
‘Ah screw it,’ he said
And jumped in the bath and got all warm and Wetterman.
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
Jeremy Clarkson
Made love to a car.
He was exhausted.
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
Steven Seagal bought a seagull
To teach it martial arts.
It wasn’t very good
So took it to the pub
Where it flourished in a game of darts.
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
Kristen Stewart never knew it
But she was a real life vampire.
She was six thousand years old
And not even going bald,
It was really something to admire.
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
Patricia Arquette stayed in when it was wet
To play Scrabble and cards and place a little bet
She never lost and always won
Because she played alone, against no one
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
Oscar-winning actor Russell Crowe
Went to the lake with stones to throw
He grabbed the biggest with his paw
And arched his back with a mighty roar
He chucked the stone into the lake
With force that made the water break
He lobbed one high without a care
And hit a crow out of the air
The bird then spiralled to the floor
And stopped its breathing forever more
“I’m sorry, brother,” wept Russell Crowe
And ate the dead chap from head to toe
© Carl Burkitt 2018
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.
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