Best Smug Poems

My bunny got stuck, he ran out of luck 
When a pigeon swooped low on the roof 
To make things worse, help was scarce 
But my bunny remained aloof 

He spent every day in a hutch full of hay 
Above the trees and houses 
He...

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"The smug and silver Trent" - Shakespeare's Henry IV, Part I

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"The smug and silver Trent"
flooded badly in seventeen ninety-five,
when every bridge was damaged/washed away.
It's a risk today, but less so, so they say.

"The smug and silver Trent",
Will Shakespeare's quill recorded,
though at "smug" he took free...

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oversized gloating hot air balloon 
case of morning gluttony 
bigger than Donald Trump baby balloon 
one that gloat’s over your orgy...

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My smug Pillow, turns soft and virtuous
 Where lay I at her pumping left side
 Umpteen hurt i 've had, she stand still, conscious 
 Spasm of me makes her smile, I besides 

 Serenely words of her pain, raise me today 
 Faint time...

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I've long wanted to see
myself in truth's light,
the wrong and the right,

but fear scares me so,
pride boastfully says no,
so smugly smirking I go....

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Smugness in human behaviour
Is such an unappealing trait
A smug word ,a smug smile
Only provokes hate

If a smug superior attitude 
Is all you offer and deliver
Zip your mouth and lock it
And throw the key in the river!!...

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If I can’t me hug,
Nor can on my shoulder cry,
Fine, I’m such a mug,
But did I gripe why?
So what if I’m such a smug.
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Senryu |17.06.2021|

Poet’s Note: We often read a Haiku or a Senryu and go deep in self-reflexion. But some small ditties can also...

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I knew Theresa would overreact when I borrowed her garbage can
I did it anyway, because I wanted to see her reaction.
My girlfriend Gee, knew about the theft.
She could not stop laughing, realizing who we were dealing with.
Garbage cans go missing all the time here, they...

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“After one-hundred, which number comes next?”
inquired Ms. Colvin as she studied her text.

All of us kids raised our hands high,
then Ms. Colvin picked Brett, this one dumb guy.

“Two-hundred,” he said with complete confidence.
“Geez,” I thought, “he sure is dense.”

So I sat up straight 
and I...

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