Bessie Poems - Poems about Bessie

Beautiful Easy-going Sunshine Satisfy Inviting Efficient ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 Sponsored By Line Gauthier 3/25/19...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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