Bessie Poems - Poems about Bessie

BESSIE

Beautiful
Easy-going
Sunshine
Satisfy
Inviting
Efficient

Bessie the Cow's New Year Message

   Do the crickets in the trees
     welcome a breeze
   Can a frog on a lily pad
     ever be sad

   Would a fish choose to swim
     if it were molasses he was in
   Does a

Old Bessie

Old rusty Bessie just drove her last mile
  Went with a sputter instead of a smile
    No more brakes slipping
    No more gears ripping
  Think I'll relax with a horse for a while

Bucket Shop Bessie

Halloween Bessie had a bucket shop.
Where people traded stocks without a stop
Some were fraudulent, made up and wild.
I’m here to say it was crazy, child.

Halloween Bessie had a black cat with a twitch.
This familiar went by the name of Mitch.
Sold stocks and bonds and sometimes made a switch
Swindling investors without a hitch

Halloween Bessie had a

Sidecar Bessie and George

Sidecar Bessie was always ready for a ride.
Her new husband George steering at her side.
They will travel west in a day or so.
She rides like a trooper, her hair all a glow.

She paints it red, thinking it makes her young.
The smell of the country brings a bit of cow dung.
They travel up hills and down

Ole Bessie

Oblivious she lay
  on her bed in soft hay
Ole Bessie snores the whole night away

While I twist and turn
  as my heart and pulse churn
at explosions that rock my stairway

Perchance I awake
before next the ground shake
  Let me please be a cow ~ I do pray

Pancake Batter Bessie

Pancake Batter Bessie
She makes flapjacks so fine
Avoiding corn syrup 
With Tabasco, liver and onions sublime.

We try to stop her 
But she is obtrusive and a ghost
Where we make our own batter 
We hide it with our toast.

For Bessie will take that batter 
And add extra stuff galore.
Peanut butter and sausage
Corn, pickles, oranges and more.

Bessie empties

Bessie the Cow

Bessie the cow
a prizewinning specimen,
has sadly relinquished
her gold rosette

Ruby red ribbons
of congealing blood
coat the floor
of the abattoir

The silly cow
ignored the bull,
farmer Fred’s freezer
will be full!

Ribbon Contest
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3/25/19

Bessie M Good 1890-1913

Bessie M. Good
1890-1913

By the time I was 21 years along,
I had given birth to two girls,
Nadine and Ruth, my precious babies.
Both had eyes of tea green,
With perfect fragrant cheeks, 
Softly redolent of sweet-smelling spice-
That special baby smell- Heaven’s spice,
And both were loved completely,
By a strong soulful love,
Immensely deep and earth-real;
Only women who have dutifully dropped

Bessie Trissell 1891-1914

Bessie Trissell

1891-1914

Alas my friends,

I finally know the truth now,

So here it is, straight out,

The real truth, which resides in a world,

Brimming with insidious lies.

My dear friends, come,

Come to this aged receptacle of the truly alive.

Shh! Sit still, here in the leafy shadows,

And just ponder for a spell,

Disquiet yourselves,

Meditate calmly and know this-

Know that this restful

Messy Bessie

Bessie, out hiking, had to pee,
She glanced about, choosing a tree;
To her distress
She made a mess:
Windward, she’d squatted, not alee.

My Car Bessie

I love my car called Bessie
Although she really is quite messy
All the doors are pretty rusty
Interior it is so dusty
Once she was a lovely blue
But now she's just a faded hue
The tyres are right down on their tread
And when I stop I feel such dread
One day a guy he came on by
My Bessie he did

Calving - As Told By Bessie Cow

He comes so faithfully when called,
   our veterinary doctor friend,
to our dear family of cows;
   upon his help, we do depend.

The birthing of our calves amaze
   him more than ever, and it seems
so many of us cows need help
   when labor turns into extremes.

The labor process on

Bessie Boo!

The Zoo keeper fussed, he cried and he cussed!

For the Elephant, gone astray!

“She was there last night!” He said in distress!

But isn’t in there today!

 

He looked on high, and he looked on low,

The elephant where? 

Had she to go?

 She would soon be found, because of her size?

No one could miss her, nor believe

Bessie

My comrade - 
was 
a candy apple red steed. 

I would admire 
the way the sun 
would catch and sparkle 
across her bars, 
marvel over 
the grand Ferris wheel 
in proportion 
to her two small children. 

Some days 
we would don 
the sound 
of my sea foam flip flops, 
galloping, 
I would let 
the rough

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