Best Milkmaid Poems

Limerick : Once a dainty Milkmaid with hands like lead

Once a dainty Milkmaid with hands like lead
Milked a cow whose one eye was painted red:
She...

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Only a spark…a 
lantern glow…but oh, what it
Did to Chicago!
...

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O'Dowd

An old hunter by the name of O'Dowd
Shooting tigers for fun made him feel proud
Had trouble with his gun
There was no time to run
Now lies...

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Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time 
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice, 
diligence for dunceness,...

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Cows gathered at gate
black dogs yapping at their heels
the milkmaid awaits

Welcome the warm byre
maid rests her head on cow’s flank
creamy milk pours forth




For my mother...

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Who would milk the Tigress
				
                				    wears...

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Her company I always splendidly enjoy,
For her natural beauty is something sublime,
And her manner is forever excitingly coy,
Enticing lustful emotion as if it’s no crime.
Her...

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She woke with a gradual start in the muddle of the night,
her large bed seemed so empty that she almost took flight
in search of a...

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feeling exposed as mud splatters,
the cotton clinging and drenched
chattering teeth, seething relief
as the sun warms the rancid smile
of bulbous peaches pressing,
depressing and like an eclipse,
a...

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a nail
a shadow
             a broken pane
commonplace
ordinary
       ...

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A Bo'sun in the pub was wheezing
From Wanda Mann's underhand teasing
An organist by trade
And accomplished milkmaid
Her fingers were quite busy squeezing

The Bo'sun recalled a sperm...

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Poems about Mothers


Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves...

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A milkmaid in the town of Nome
Never found time to write a poem
She woke up Randy
Amos and Andy
And squeezed them 'til the cows came home...

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Haiku
 With a lump of clay
Her hands erected a vase
Sensual flowers 


Haiku
Experienced fingers
Squeeze the cow`s teats tenderly
A dreaming milkmaid 

Haiku 
Yesterday was sunny 
Today the...

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Erin, for a girl who embodies Ireland
by Michael R. Burch

All that’s left of Ireland is her hair—
bright carrot—and her milkmaid-pallid skin,
her brilliant air of cavalier...

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