Best Shank Poems
I ate the shank of the turnips what a wonderful food
Dipped the cornbread into the pot liquor
Then shawshanked out of the room..
My mother-in-law said her father called her older sister, Shank
And he called her Shawshank
Just out of curiosity I looked them up..Surprise, surprise!!
Shank means the top of a vegetable like the turnip tops, beets or parsnips or carrot, etc..It also is a cut of meat the shank park of a ham..
However, I did not find a meaning on shawshank until I looked in the Urban Dictionary and it means passing gas in small amount moving around a room or building to keep anyone from knowing who passed the gas..LOL..I guess my mother-in-law must have been a gassy baby..LOL
I once spent a week in the drunk tank
couldn't handle the spirits that I drank
the cuisine wasn't half bad
we even had a few laughs
but I had to guard my butt with a shank
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trying to keep sinking relations afloat
is like patching a old boat with stones
for certain It'll go under
sharks will move in to plunder
then crap out your miserable bones
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"Its a girl" are the deadliest three words
in the history of the world.
They were impoverished,
and the birth of a girl did not bring smiles
as boys were always more cherished,
what it did bring were many options
all of them heart crushing and desperate-
To lay her on a trash heap outside of town
seemed cold and harsh they reasoned
and wild beasts might painfully finished her off..
and to toss her into the froth of the Yangtze,
she might get battered about to much.
How about lovingly putting a hand over her little mouth
but neither one had the heart to do such a thing,
"besides it may take much longer than we think
could we handle the stirrings and quiet screams"...
We could gently place her in the chamber pot
they thought and seal off the top
at least it would be dark and quiet,
but the pot would surely
be a constant reminder...
They finally decided, like million before,
to place her in a basket
perched high in the arms of a tree
at least (they reasoned)
her last day or two would
be spent amidst birdsong
moving along the leaves..
and the breeze might comfort her soul
as it makes its way toward the heavens-
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The Seder meal approaches;
A shank bone is required.
In years gone by, the butcher smiled
Whenever I inquired.
I hardly know him, but these bones
Are tossed when meat is cut
And so he’d give me one for free;
Today I got one – but…
It’s nestled now in Styrofoam
And shrink-wrapped – very nice,
Until I noticed something else –
A ticket with a price!
It cost $1.23.
That’s not a lot of cash,
But it’s so weird to pay for what’s
Intended for the trash!
the great bard says
we're all players *
that play many parts
but my shank hasn't shrunk
that the world's too wide for--
my manly voice fills it just fine
maybe after a pint or two
in mid-speech a word
(on the rarest occasion)
eludes me
so--
okay--when it does
--don't you dare
I'll find it myself
don't deny my muscle its exercise
don't cast me a child lost in oblivion
in my world I'm still the king
and please remind me (should I forget)
*From As You Like It by William Shakespeare
From stem to stern
This ship sails across the ocean
It’s helm turns it’s rudder
Always in your direction
Both lost in this bottle, out at sea
I send this message to you
Hoping it will find you
Below in our cabin
I lay with you
Turning on your lighthouse light
Spinning it around and around
As the water flows above
Through the cabin porthole
I hear a yell from up above
Land ahoy it’s loud and clear
The anchor is placed deep into the sea
This storm of thunder
With Lighting flashing I gaze down upon you
The last sound that is heard
You whispering into my ear
I love you
In the Nineties Clyde’s heart sank:
The slowest to rise in rank!
You’d think him some faulty shank,
The air about his room dank
But he was filling his tank
For being no stranger to prank
That made less rich a bank…
Still, not the gods would Clyde thank.
In life he’s at the bottom
And to others An Atom:
Some witch beating the tom-tom
That for him raised a phantom…
The Thankless for being luckless,
For diversions his wireless;
Clyde could slap a motherless:
Really a ship rudderless