Best Porcupine Poems
Pity the poor porcupine
on what kind of chair can it dine
It cannot sit on its rear end
for its quills will not bend
And if it stands on its head
it will surely be dead
" The Skunk and The Porcupine ... "
(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)
The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Are 'So Cute' Little Creatures
The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Have Protective, Projective Features
The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Scuttle By Like Small, Inquisitive Seekers
The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Have Effective - Weapon Reachers
Tho' One Has Its Own Swords of Battle Quills
The Other Has A Gas-Arsenal of Biological Spills
We Walk Around Them Like We're On A Mine Field
and Either - Both Can Make Us Run For The Hills! ...
Tho' One's A Prickly Recluse and One's A Reeker
Man & Beast Give Them Room (like they're both lil' stinkers)
In A Way, We Bow To Both Like They're Little Caesars
Both - Show GOD's Ability To Endow Combat Ready Teachers
The Skunk and The Porcupine
Without Saying A Word - They Are Loud Speakers
And Now Thank GOD & Be Glad Your DNA Is Neither
... The Skunk and The Porcupine
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/8/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Porcupine
If you happen across a porcupine,
Staring upon the Milky Way,
It’s because he thinks he’s an Alien,
and longs to return home one day.
Predictable Porcupine
Porcupine strolls by
spikes glowing only at dusk
always the same route
© Shane Cogan, 2013
Porcupine
With prickly porcupine
I am deeply in love.
To caress her thigh
I put on a glove;
Pricks to wisely cheat
A new generation
To sire or re-create.
A porcupine’s desire
Is God’s wise plan:
Patient men to sire
With abusive woman!
JM
20th January 2014
Porcupine Romance
Ouch ¡
Carefully does it
Practice French kissing a cactus first
Ouch !
The last tango in Paris was never like this
Get it
French
Paris
kissing a cactus ( Porcupine humour )
Ouch !
What a fool I was to buy her roses
As if I didn’t have enough to contend with
Ouch !
Do they sell aerosol cans of instant easy foam
In porcupine sex shops
Yeeouch !
Did she just do that on purpose
No wonder there aren’t that many of us
Why wasn’t I born a hedgehog
Its no wonder I am attracted to squirrels
When will they invent the missionary position
Gnnnnmmmmpp
No its ok honey it didn’t hurt
Yes I know my love that quill is really long
Crying no….me no… I just have something in my eye
What do you mean you’re attracted to gerbils
Try using a prophylactic
A flaming suit of armour would be more like it
Awww honey come on I didn’t mean it
Gives us a kiss
Ouch !
Pixie’s favorite steed is a porcupine.
I thought this was an exaggeration, some kind of line.
Surely that is not true, don’t they have prickly quills?
If you get them young, they will give you thrills.
I took a look at the porcupine and I laughed like a louse.
Pixie's porcupine was actually a regular field mouse.
You mean it is fun to be galloping on a porcupine?
Oh, yes, and you can bring your sandwiches and dine.
You will have a fine time, a really fine time, cousin of mine.
Just jump on the back of this porcupine!
I commented on how soft the porcupine was to the Pixie.
But my muse and I secretly laughed; her name is Trixie.
a guided quill
filled with emotion… passion
porcupines defence
Sorry, Fred, no, you can't be my concubine. But maybe I know of someone........
There was a girl that once loved me,
She was all furry like a kitten,
Ever cute, ever radiant she was,
I was the opposite,
I was covered with quills all over,
So rough and rugged like a King’s meadow that had turned to hay,
But drawn to each other were we,
We who knew no love,
I knew no love because I never loved myself,
I was my worst critic,
And she knew no love because no one showed her how to,
But drawn to each other were we,
Like unlike poles of a magnet,
And whenever we tried to touch, we repelled,
I was too much of a pain for her as she was for me,
So one by one, she plucked the quills off my body,
And each time, I felt the pain of having a part of me being removed,
But as soon as all my quills were gone,
Then, and only then did she realize,
That the time I had quills, was when I was the most beautiful,
Now with scars all over my body, she just remembered,
Marshmallows would’ve just been enough,
Enough to cover my flaws, so that we could love again.
Use'n me last dolla'
Mom sent me to get,
What looked like it might be,
Our last meal, as far
as we can see.
I went to the village bakery,
In hopes but for freshbread,
A new bakery apprentice,
Took me aside...
Said he could make me
Momma's pride...
He would sell me a Porcupine Pie,
For the same price as the bread...
And, he assured me,
I'd be a hero to all I fed,
To top it off, toothpicks included
No more convincing was needed,
I paid the price, and I heeded,
His last words to me;"One thing needed;
Absolute faith,or it won't work,
You'll ruin the spell"
Now I have to show this jerk.!!
Got home, Mom upset,
"What in heaven's name
child, did you get!????!!"
She grabbed the porcupine,
And flung it in pain...
Several sharp quills
Found a vein...
"Bad Boy!" she cried...
I send you out to get some bread...
You come back with a Porcupine, instead!
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll
sell if off,
and get something better!"
Off I ran, porcupine in hand,
stab wounds adding fast...
Got to the Market,
With a plan....
Something I'd heard in a fairy tale...
I harped the tale, of the "golden egg', which
came from childhood memory...
Many greedy shoppers came by,,,
I'm a lousy liar,
so I wonder why
Anyone would believe me!
Later that night,
My porcupine I sold,
To an old British soldier..
Corporal Clegg,
After he left, I was
cleaning up...sure enough,
There lay a golden egg!!!!
I just ran into Miss Bear,
At the beauty parlor frosting her hair,
Says she's been there all day,
Trying to hide that pesky gray.
Said she has a date with Mr. Porcupine,
Looking later for a good steak and some nice red wine,
Despite the pain of her claws and his quills,
Their romance has been a great thrill.
Every time they get up and dance,
She plucks the quills from her pants.
That porcupine can really cut the rug,
And bear gives the best hugs.
Love conquers all and they will be fine,
Even for a bear and a porcupine,
Their love is an affair of the heart,
Close enough to kiss but still apart.
her dangerous quills
dispels an attack
three inches of sharp
Persnickety porcupine are you a rodent then?
Are those quills at the end of your tiny chin-chin?
To the ocean, have you ever travelled or been?
Swimming with porpoises next to your prickly skin?
Porcupine fell in love with Porpoise today.
Protective quills ready at the stay.
Porpoise dove down with his blunt snout.
Porcupine smiled; in love with the lout.
It can never be actualized Porcupine said.
But I will love you totally until the day I am dead.
Porpoise said, “I feel exactly the same about you. “
They were star crossed lovers, these magnificent two.