Best Butcher Poems

The butcher came for the sheep
                   the cow did not moo, she wasn't a sheep
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Ted Cogger is our local butcher and he’s been here seven years;
full forward for the footy team and drinks a nightly seven beers.
He played one season for the cricket club, but he was just a slugger,
and Ted’s become a mate of mine, but he’s a...

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Mohamed and Khaled
The best butcher shop in town
In the deception of silence
they butcher those with sound

Voices against their Kingdom
they fear and do not like
Raping their women with modern views
while butchering a protesting man

Both Prince, King and pork herder
Vehement denials throughout the land
Yes the color of...

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hush! don't move, don't breathe
he will hear it– he will come.
your flesh is his prize....

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Knives fly
cows and chickens die
new world translations
morality always a test
abandoned sons
the fathers crimes exposed
cursed by a closed mind
brainwashed
by voices in the sky
mathematics 
begin to multiply
only then
will fathers repent
and children rejoice
animals roam free
all the living
have precious souls...

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I always reckoned my butcher was batty,
With cryptic comments when he got chatty,
I was shaking my head,
when, with his wife he said,
I would like all of you to... meet Patty....

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(Limerick)


The butcher wastes no scrap of meat
He counts every part that  he meets.
Then turns it around
And right on the ground.
Then hits it hard and wraps it on wheat!


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladp2000
Copyright@2014


September, 13, 2014...

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There once was a butcher named Cassidy,
Who had a tremendous capacity,
To drink orange-juice all day,
And most will say,
He was good at this talent you see

Each day by one or two,
His skin took on a tangerine hue
And his eyes turned to two yellowish orbs
Yet he drank...

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You'll smack your lips, at his silver side
Our beefy lad will cure your ham
His tender loins, are worth your coins
And if you ask, he'll stuff your lamb
 
I tell no fibs, you'll love his ribs
It ain't no joke, his crackly pork
Worth every pound, his piece...

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Her delicate hand,
Swiftly sliced and measured cuts,
Upon wooden block.

(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss
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(A True Story)

She was only seven, this little petite Asian girl
took a trip to Canning Vale,
on a shopping spree, as a surprise.
But this day there, lingered evil
working at the local grocery store,
saw the little girl, grab her unbelievable in a crowd
to the public convenience fled.
Her...

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Daydreams from the butcher block:

Cannibalistic tendencies require cannibalistic standards. I don't want a fast food consumer. No Sir, no soda pop fed meat for me. If you're unhappy, that's tainted meat. I want me a happy vegan. Alas, they are a lot faster and smarter...

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Scans from side to side,
Bag of tricks in his damp hand,
Breathing heavy now,
Hears voices and creeps away,
Unobserved in the dense fog.

Spots a lone woman,
Approaches, raises his hat,
She smiles, takes his arm,
He knows she doesn’t suspect
That he is Jack the Ripper…

Jack Horne for Linda-Marie's Bag of...

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“Butcher Bob” a good guy but you never can tell
Delivers my steaks at my new place by the well
Meet the gals Smith and Wesson
Here to teach y’all a good lesson
But Bob's resolve’s so strong he can send you to hell

We’re both entrepreneurs and are new...

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A butcher named Richard McCall
Attended a naturist ball.
        But at registration,
        Due to refrigeration,
His name tag read "Dickie McSmall"....

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