Rhyme Animal Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Animal poems are examples of Animal poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Animal Rhyme poems written by international poets.
We here at the goat farm
will never do you any harm.
We just want a chance
to eat your shirt and pants.
“Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.” ~ The final sentence of The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.
A child was gone forever…
Was I, too, once a child?
Would it be that never,
I’d again run free and wild?
Would I simply pass away
like little Fodder-wing,
not to see another day
where I might fly or sing?
Lately, I’ve been thinking of
a brand-new hopeful dawn,
and the feel of earnest love -
of Jody and his fawn.
I saw a waterwheel, saw a rabbit,
took more than just a look.
Another’s soul, I’d inhabit
in the chapters of a book.
Lost forever to the ages,
a long, forgotten “when” -
four hundred thirty pages
gave me childhood again.
What sort of beast
is made with yeast?
That kind of critter
is called an apple fritter.
Just something a little light...
Five squirrels crowded onto a branch,
each one dressed to stun:
aqua shades, pink shades, purple shades,
and one in classic sun.
But center stage is the showstopper~
a squirrel in a whirring hat,
its tiny fan spinning proudly
like he’s chief of all things “that.”
They chatter, pose, adjust their gear,
a cheerful, nutty crew,
delighted by their leafy perch
and the sky’s wide, wandering view.
No drama here, no woodland fuss~
just friends who came to play,
a happy scurry of squirrels who know
how to brighten up a day.
A cold northwesterly breeze
Whips the nearly naked trees
A few pecans still tip the top
Unreachable by squirrels
Even if they hop
A wreath appeared before me -
or was it a noose?
My head soon thrust through it,
I was Bullwinkle Moose.
It happened so fast -
my thoughts in a whirl -
were I one or the other,
I'd be Rocky the Squirrel.
As, at a keyboard ant, I idly stare,
I wonder, is either of us really aware
of each other's conscious sphere,
though both of us are together, here.
Wherever he walks, he picks a letter.
I'm sorry, reader - I can do no better.
Daddy, there's an octopus in the cellar.
Dear, the octopus is an ocean dweller.
Daddy, now the octopus is in the attic.
Dear, the octopus is known to be aquatic -
just as I have told you, daughter.
Daddy, but the house is underwater.
I vaticinate through cypress
prognosticator of folklore
brewing indwelling woodcraft
dasyure and platypus
our unvalued birthright
gnaw at cassiterite
sunburn on cycadophyta
an acherontic turmoil
you , ceres
lent nonlexical rhyme
reform this crisis !
always
evermore
peaceably
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
The strange behavior of a Vatican squirrel
with his teeth all in a whorl
caused a commotion and created a clatter,
as the demon beast grew fatter,
making me shiver and flinch;
but I wouldn't give an inch.
His smile was the color of pearl
as he announced a brand-new girl.
Today, my wife kicked me out of the house.
On the park bench next to me - Mickey Mouse.
It seems that his pretty wife, Minnie,
called him a no-count, lazy ninny.
He was a star, achieved all his wishes,
but he was laid low by dirty dishes.
I went to Carolina in my mind
to see what I could find.
Oh, but it was awesome -
the Carolina possum.
"Young serpent", an aged father snake
said as he kindly and wisely spake.
"You must be comfortable in your skin.
It's the home that you'll be living in."
The young one grew. Life was like a hug.
His skin felt comfortable and snug,
but as time went by, it got too tight.
Life was unbearable, try as he might.
So, it came about that hardship and strife,
were conditions that motivate new life,
leading to a pleasant new existence,
as he shed his skin, and his resistance,
and thought to himself, "It sure is strange.
Difficulties can lead to change",
and found in life that growing pain
often leads to happiness again.
Saw it coming
Started running
Through the woods
As fast as I could
Evil in the mist
Making sinister hiss
Sound
Translating freedom 'going down'
Beautiful mirage arrived
No fear of going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
Chit chatting away
Screaming about pay
"Ammunition I will fire
Since you seemed to of tired
Do not fear
I have a long neck beer "
Siren made clear
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
Saw it coming
Started running
Through woods
As fast as I could
Beautiful mirage arrived
Not going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
"Do not fear
I have a long neck beer"
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls