Best Snug As A Bug Poems

Snuggle in
    as snug as a bug in a rug

  Be it a struggle
  Be your limbs supple
  Be you a married couple
    or not ~ Snuggle in...

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Two peas in a pod?
My April and me?
No, not at all,
I would not agree

She is all sunshine
laughter and light
I’m shrouded in darkness
too much like the night

She is artistic, outgoing
well read,
I’m the quiet, shy
redhead

But no matter what
 my sister and me,
on one thing,
we’ll always agree

Our friendship...

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It starts with a little yawn,
then a stretch, both fore and aft.
Next the blankets start to move,
I just have to laugh.

She shuffles up from the bottom,
of the bed, where warm and snug,
she had slept the whole night through,
as snug as a bug in a rug.

But,...

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This outlier locked up (snug as a bug in a rug) within the keystone state
extremely remote from ground zero of Biblical deluge, he humbly didst rate
the pride and prejudice (questionable sense and sensibility) 
   of indiscriminate resultant landfall upon this oblate
  ...

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I wish to die 
By the Teak rail 
Of a salt weathered deck
A poetic death  you see…
Wrap’t snug as a bug
Warm woolen shawl  round my neck
With my ol’ grizzled dog at my knee
 I’d like to be found
Eyes wide open and round
In a...

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***Crazy Menagerie***


I definitely bit off more than I could chew,
when I came a-running to my friend's rescue
He said it was no big deal, a real snooze actually
to just please, please look after his cutie menagerie

He said everything was pretty much self-explanatory
just feel at home, and...

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You should see my little pug.
He loves to play and sit on his rug.

He's quite a little guy
the apple of my eye.

He's so smart too
the things he does would amaze you.

He loves to nuzzle my neck and chin.
He is so sweet I can't help but...

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She stands lost in a thought
A tiny finger to her lips
Head slightly tilted to one side
Appearing too old for her age
Well, too old for me anyway

Certainly she's only three
How could she be any more
Yet...she is more, so much more
At different times she is more
But, at...

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Screams in vain, in the dead of night
Pigtail braids and gown of white
It mattered not, how loud she yelled
Snug as a bug, no cries availed
Mom had tucked her safe in bed
These terrors lived inside her head
The boogie man, alive and well
Inside her dreams, he would...

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I’m behind her eyes throughout the night,
I’m playing with her dream.
She doesn’t realise it’s me that knows,
Shadows aren’t as they seem.

I make her feel comfort, safe and secure, 
As snug as a bug in a rug.
She doesn’t realise my smoke’s more than toxic, 
A dreamy...

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The sweetest time
I get to spend
All day through
Is at the end
 
Goodnight time
Is on its way
Grab a book 
In bed we'll lay
 
Our favorite book
"The Giving Tree"
Soon enough 
You'll be asleep
 
Close your eyes
"Snug as a bug in a rug"
It's time to sleep
A goodnight kiss,...

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Thelma Leeson.......
is in a nursing home, dementia will take her,
 and I will recite this at her funeral.

Thelma Jane was a Leeson and she was premmie born
Size of a sauce bottle to a tent her tiny form
Oh thy bathed her in olive oil, good for...

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Well I fancy her, I fancy you, fancy that and it sure feels good, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body close to mine, candle light and fire light intensifying the mood, ecstasy under a red velvet...

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Playing hide and seek with my clever pug
I hid in the closet snug as a bug
Tired of looking for me
She turned on the T.V.
And watched Lassie curled up on the rug

2/27/23...

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The date of the celebration
(the second day of February) coincides
with medieval feast of Candlemas,
and its pre-Christian predecessor,
Imbolc, a day also rich in folklore.

An old Scottish prophecy foretells
sunny weather on Candlemas
means a long winter.

The tradition is recounted in this poem:
As the light grows longer
The cold grows...

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