Best Skunk Poems
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One night in New Hampshire we let the dog out into the dark night,
And suddenly he took off running with all his might!
A skunk was waiting and the dog didn’t have a prayer,
Now he smelled so foul, it was beyond compare!
The cocker spaniel came flying back inside,
Unfortunately we had left the door opened wide!
He rubbed on the furniture and all over the floor,
While my husband tried to catch him and colorfully swore.
Our new house was now a smelly wreck,
While at midnight we bathed the dog in tomatoes on the deck.
The house and pet reeked for weeks on end…
The skunk had won the battle with man’s best friend.
Stinky Skunk
Black, white furry skunk
Encounter sprayed accident
Sprayed again your fault
By Eve Roper 3/1/2015
It was a glorious day in New Hampshire and I was enjoying the view,
Appreciating nature, and spring's grand debut.
Then out of the window a strange sight caught my eye,
It was a skunk with a bottle on his head walking by.
I called my husband to the window to let him see,
Then he said, "I'm going to go help that poor skunk, and set him free!"
I was concerned the skunk would spray my husband in fear,
But he was determined to save the skunk and to persevere.
The skunk kept banging his head on the ground along his way,
And my husband followed close behind watching in dismay.
He made his move on the skunk in the neighbor's drive...
I would have loved a video to catch that live!
He grabbed the skunk by the bottle and flung with all his might,
Then the freed skunk went flying, and must have had quite a fright.
In his hurry to avoid the inevitable spray,
My husband took a tumble trying to make his getaway.
He came home in pain but grinning from ear to ear,
He had saved that poor skunk, not able to eat or drink, with death near.
My husband suffered a torn rotator cuff from the unusual incident,
But God speaking to him to save that skunk was not a coincidence.
" 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
I was meandering in the forest today
Why all the animals where out to play
I saw some parrots high in the trees
So colorful a mirage of painted canopy
I saw the deer’s and does in fields
Enjoying a drink at the rivers edge
Ducks and Doves flew proud overheard
As monkeys jumped from tree to tree
Alligators swam to and fro
Lingering till dinner calls
Then we all better run for safer ground
Last one in, is first one down
The marigolds flourish in the fields today
A painting of nature Monet will draw
Awash with pastels and natures erotic draw
However there is a smell I do smell
That upsets my wanderings on this fine day
It’s repulsive and follows me I do say
An odor that’s smelly and just not right
In fact I confess it gives me a fright
So off to home I rush, to brush this strange odor away
In my boudoir and yet still surrounded by this offensive smell
To the powder room I go and look in the mirror
I scream in absolute horror
I am a SKUNK!!!!!!!!
Skunk Love
Your love is a bunch of fake fraudulent misleads,
You smeared your skunky scent to soften me,
I did not want us to be foe?
'Coz I knew love fills the vacuum hurt of the past tides,
Though past can never be completely erased.
Get over it, and erase it off,
Don't bliss me with the pot of your craft,
Don't enchant me with a portrait smile on your face,
Your scent chokes me, get over it.
polecat on front paws
a cross readdy to fire
run before discharge
The skunk farts
fox squeaks and moves away...
defensive trait
Category:doobutsu; Kigo:skunk
Olusegun Arowolo
,A Skunk’s ‘Tale’,
Twas a puzzling mid-summer’s eve
When I became acquainted with Steve
Bear with if you can
For Steve’s not a man
He’s an odd little skunk who won’t leave!
I was driving, unwinding that night
As my headlights swam over his sight
On two legs he stood
Like he owned street and wood
I slammed on my brakes out of fright!
When Steve began talking, I stared
As he jumped in my car, I just glared
This skunk, quite verbose
Let it rip, smelling gross
“LORD HAVE MERCY!” I loudly declared!
How I wish I could tell you things changed
Not so fast when your skunk is deranged
I tried to play nice
But his heart is pure ice
Let’s just say his farewell’s been arranged!
1st PLACE!!!
Submitted For: Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Date Written: 03-18-2022
Format: HowManySyllable.com
I'm trying to understand, I really am
Why do you choose to walk on the dark side of the street
It's cold and harsh and lacks a certain rhythmic beat
Turning you grey from fingertips to feet
As from the dark alleys and shadows you eat
Does the darkness give you ease
Is it a cure for your disease
Tell me please
I'm willing to risk words that might freeze
Are there demons you need to appease
Does it give you comfort to see others on their knees
In your presence the temperature drops a few degrees
I seen you
Just the other day
All of a sudden with clouds you walked my way
I wanted to but I couldn't stay
With cruel words you chose to play
Taking perverse pleasure as my smile faded away
How can someone have so much useless to say
When life could be happy
You are the one bringing the pain
I've watched it over and over again
With you around a good mood is impossible to maintain
You're like a skunk in the corner and the smell doesn't wane
Is this the strange reputation you want to maintain
Around you a kite couldn't fly
I see people try
and I wonder why
You take their happy and suck it dry
Me I've had enough adios and goodbye
I refuse to be a part of this, I'm not that guy
I prefer to live sunny side up
You can have scrambled and keep living your lie!
A skunk strode by my window last night
Spreading his rancid aromatic delight
His must be a lonely life
Couldn’t have too many friends you’d think
You really have to face it folks
For the guy really does stink
Go away!
Go away!
Shoo, shoo, shoo!
I don’t like skunks
You smell
Peeeeuuuw!
On our walk this morning
Brandy my dog and I saw
such a sad thing, lying on
the sidewalk was a baby skunk
dead as ever. Brandy wanted to
go smell it, but wasn't sure if i should,
so held her back. I had never seen a dead
baby skunk before, i had seen many adult
dead skunks. There was no blood any where
to be found or any other reason for this
poor thing to die or why it was on
the sidewalk. I hate to see any creature die,
even this poor little baby skunk, who never
got a chance in life.
Written 7-27-11
The creature at the bar loved to get drunk
But townsfolk kept well away cos it stunk
At this bar with his friend
Drank whiskey till night's end
You’ve probably guessed its Sammy the skunk.
Joe the mayor asked the townsfolk to think
For an answer to that horrible stink
They came up with a plan
A huge extractor fan
Now skunks and townsfolk can both share a drink.
Written on 9th September 2018-09-09
For animal limerick contest sponsored by Charles Messina.