Famous Wee-Wee Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Wee-Wee poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous wee-wee poems. These examples illustrate what a famous wee-wee poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
by Burns, Robert
...THERE was a lass, they ca’d her Meg,
And she held o’er the moors to spin;
There was a lad that follow’d her,
They ca’d him Duncan Davison.
The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,
Her favour Duncan could na win;
For wi’ the rock she wad him knock,
And aye she shook the temper-pin.
As o’er the moor they lightly foor,
A burn was clear, a glen ...Read More
by Goose, Mother
... Clap, clap handies,Mammie's wee, wee ain; Clap, clap handies,Daddie's comin' hame,Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie; Clap, clap handies, My wee, wee ain....Read More
by Goose, Mother
...This little pig went to market;This little pig stayed at home;This little pig had roast beef;This little pig had none;This little pig said, "Wee, wee!I can't find my way home." ...Read More
by Sexton, Anne
...as paste raisins on my breasts?
Why shouldn't I pull down my pants
and show my little cunny to Tom
and Albert? They wee-wee funny.
I wee-wee like a squaw.
I have ink but no pen, still
I dream that I can piss in God's eye.
I dream I'm a boy with a zipper.
It's so practical, la de dah.
The trouble with being a woman, Skeezix,
is being a little girl in the first place.
Not all the books of the world will change that.
I have swallowed an o...Read More
by Field, Eugene
...Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin doo?
Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin' on the lea?
Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie back to me--
Got a lump o' sugar an' a posie for you,
Only bring back my wee, wee croodlin doo!
Why, here you are, my little croodlin doo!
Looked in er cradle, but didn't find you there,
Looked f'r my wee, wee croodlin doo ever'where;...Read More
by Service, Robert William
..."Gather around me, children dear;
The wind is high and the night is cold;
Closer, little ones, snuggle near;
Let's seek a story of ages old;
A magic tale of a bygone day,
Of lovely ladies and dragons dread;
Come, for you're all so tired of play,
We'll read till it's time to go to bed."
So they all are glad, and they nestle in,
And squat on the rough o...Read More
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