Best Spay Poems
A Secret Recipe
I have a secret recipe.I bake it in a pan.
I got it from my mother, who had it from her Gran
Her gran was five and forty when she found it in a book.
She baked it on a big black range. She was a wondrous cook.
The book was old and tatty, belonging to her aunt
Who got it from the tally man, he was a handsome gent
The tally man was Irish.The book his mother‘s pride.
He didn’t want to part with it for her spirit was inside
His mother was a spay wife. Her writing it was bold.
She copied down her recipe that never can be told
Aunt Annie loved the tally man, and so became the heir
To the very precious recipe that no one else could share
Until Great granny found it, after auntie died,
but she knew it was a secret and a secret it would bide.
And so it passed on down the line, until it came to me.
I treasure that old tatty book that no one else can see
I’ll leave it to my daughter when I go off to heaven
That precious old and tatty book from eighteen twenty seven.
Categories:
spay, food,
Form:
Couplet
THE ROHINGYA OF MYMMAR
Nzongi Mwero
We are the Rohingya of Mymmar not spay,
A Nation deprived of its name many people say,
A Nation deprived of its language and the religion the Buddha’s say,
Whenever you look from the first to the end of May,
Nobody their problems could say.
Oh, therefore you would see a bleeding wound,
Emitting from a crying heart and mind,
In our blood –shot tearful eyes surround,
How we are drowned left along the sea round.
In the pool of our sweat and tears,
In the pool of our gushing blood the world hears,
We need the help of soothing hands dears,
That would make us condition bears.
We are not allowed to renounce our culture,
Be our language which is nature,
Be our religion and we are mature,
Nor our ethnicity and agriculture.
Just a word the Rohingya are oppressed,
Otherwise tormented,
In Mymmar are cursed,
And finally killed.
No education for our kids,
No food to feed,
No employment we are allowed,
And in Mymmar no place to hide,
Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand we ride.
Categories:
spay, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
I get myself up on Saturday at 2:30.
That's AM not PM. I get up very early.
I set up camp where my friends come to greet me.
One cat arrives, then there are five and before you know it there's thirty.
They all begin to meow, "Feed Me! Feed Me!,"
but first I open the door to my animal carrier which can house three cats very comfortably.
More times than none I don't even put food inside. They go in willingly out of curiosity,
then I lock them inside and go for a ride to my local veterinary.
After a routine operation, I return them to their location and then I set them free.
In my neighborhood I'm known as The Animal Rescuer. I Capture, Spay and Release
and I'll help any animal that I come across who happens to be in desperate need.
Oh yes, and by the way
I'm also up at 2:30 am to do the same thing again on Sunday.
Categories:
spay, animals, animal, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
My hands spade the shovel - spay the rooted grave.
Earth is impassive. Why won’t life relent?
The silver blades south for the black plastic bag
swallowed by west winds, wrapped in a blanket
that is olive green. Under the sun’s harrowing husk
I peel away the last bit of crust yet unpeeled.
Pink scab, raw, refusing to heal. Dusk is dawn, hushed -
the garden takes back what the plate glass revealed.
There is no breeze now as I sit down to write
in my black plastic chair once taken from me
by a black plastic bag. No peaceful leaves blow
as I swallow remains of what remains of night
while the lumbering bough climbs down from a tree
and sees through the window a fragmented shadow.
Categories:
spay, cat, death,
Form:
Sonnet
MANGLISH CAROL *
(Christmas in Malaysia)
Now got season to be jolly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Where got snow and where got holly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Where got slay bells jangle jingle
Fa la la la la la la la la
Where got new pair of socks from Pringle
Fa la la la la la la la la
Deck the halls with Bougainvillea
Fa la la etc
Spay can frost and cotton wool snow
We got air con. that'll chill ya
Enough to freeze your Ho! ho! Ho!
Carousel kangaroo, no reason
All year round in festive sing song
Sings Jingle bells in every season
Money's in slot, who gives a ding dong
What Christmas pres you got for me lah?
Better have a high class label on
Anything not import got no use lah!
You gimme free also dowan *
Good King Wenceslas look out now
Driving down night market
Dey go anyway on roundabout now
Den stop in middle an park it
God rest ye merry business men
Need Christmas profits bounteous
When the taxman comes round carolling
Gobbles up with appetite ravenous
We got Ramadan, we got Eid
Got Deepavali an what next lah!
Chinese New Year, Agong birthday too
Dis Christmas one plus plus extra
[To be sung to the tune of ‘Deck the Halls…’ insert the ‘fa la las in each verse
‘Manglish’ - local patois version of English
* Dowan = Don’t want]
Categories:
spay, christmas, humor,
Form:
Lyric
If big brother were watching me
just think how insanely bored he’d be.
But never the less, I must confess,
I have been spied on ruthlessly.
Not one, but four pair of eyes observe,
disapproving that I have the nerve
to walk on the deck they’ve commandeered.
I am a monster to be feared.
They feed on the chow that I provide,
this creature whom they can’t abide.
Though their own mother approves of me,
I take one step and they all flee.
I don’t know why they’re so afraid.
Is there some subtle hint I’ve made
that if into my hands they get
I’ll spay or neuter the whole quartet?
Categories:
spay, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Warm waves caress soul
Salty spay kiss sandy cheek
Merging elements
Categories:
spay, nature
Form:
Haiku
A house full of naughty furry babies wondering around
Your gross little messy surprises many times found
Chasing and fighting, then peeing all over the floor
So many things to get into, so many piss places to explore
Knocking things over and scratching things up
Growling, snarling and hissing and causing disrupt
Running amuck and leaving a wake of destruction
Now you are all spay, finally no more reproduction!
Categories:
spay, animal, cat, judgement, natural
Form:
Rhyme
The Indian Ocean is mean and deep
And careless sailing often death doth reap
It’s wild and vast a lonesome place to be
Needing to ply these waters has no glee
Angry relentless waves tall meters high
And troughs below seem to hide sails from sky
There’s no release from swirling spay and foam
Steersman needs lion’s heart to bring us home
Course is set by compass, not by sextant
Person who sent us here has a hellish bent.
Categories:
spay, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
Thirty Shades of May
Did my stimulus show up today?
Do these masks really have to stay?
What the hell happened, we say
Can toilet paper be added as mainstay?
When can our children go and play?
Will social distancing keep the virus at bay?
Are these conspiracies theories cray cray?
Some waters are now blue, not gray, they say
Will Chinas government be made to pay?
Will essential businesses change day by day?
How much more disinfectant need I spray?
How can I spin this to be semi- gay?
We need more masks on that hospital tray!!
Will the entire economic system fray?
Where will all the dead bodies lay?
Shall our planet simply become a flambeau?
Are we still in the flowery month of May?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Talking bout people they want to spay?
Lean in closer you beautiful blue Jay
Did the President suggest we just. ..parlay?
How many deaths reported by that international djay?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Will we need all that fresh mown hay?
Or, our new world is vegetarian now everyday?
How long will our life be on delay?
Did the news brief just blame the attache?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Could we really be lead so astray?
Are we still in the month of flowery May?
PRAY PRAY PRAY
Categories:
spay, america, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm not one who judges, interferes or meddles,
but I must spay my pet rock because it won't stop having pebbles.
You may find me to be somewhat of a nut
but I truly suspect that my pet rock is a ****.
Categories:
spay,
Form:
Rhyme
Liquid she Strived
Liquid lace heavenly dream.
She has been caste out, my princesses to be.
Angels of life keeping her needs.
When I find her - her soul will be set free.
Liquid of life poring over her through the night.
My dream sees clearly visions of sights.
Plated with steel - master of sword.
I have came to save her with my extra horse.
I followed my heart then found my way.
There she was, asleep with liquid spay.
On the horse there we go.
Happy ever after - our love forever gold.
Categories:
spay, fantasylife,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
If ever you walk Saint de Vale’s sand beach
and see the seagulls winging low the waves,
or feel the rushing cold surf break and reach
your feet then you’ll smell ginger close to caves.
Cliffs hold back surging waters white with foam
their whitecap spay e’er hiding caves large holes,
where pirate Jean La Feet hid gold in dome
within the maze that’s taken many souls.
La Feet had plundered wide the Spanish Main
his treasures placed in secret chamber place,
and woe comes yea to those who seek in vain
to find the passage holding old coins’ case.
The beach is pleasant walking every day.
Think nay to enter gold coins water way.
Categories:
spay, grave,
Form:
Sonnet
I'm hungry, feed me, what you say?
You've had your can of food today.
Now I've got to go work for pay.
Won't get your way! won't get your way!
Around the house you romp and spray
and make a mess the whole long day.
A trip to vet's to have a spay,
without delay, without delay!
You're home again and not so gay;
for you a nice tuna filet.
No more cat fights, you'll no more stray.
I had my way! I had my way!
Come over here, you must obey,
and we'll engage in some horse play.
we're making definite headway.
I did betray! I did betray!
Tomorrow is my next work day;
you'll miss me lots while I'm away,
but all your costs I must defray.
It is Monday! It is Monday!
9/2/16
Categories:
spay, cat, humor,
Form:
Monorhyme
May Day is Lei Day
Where Hawaiian flowers grow
May Day is Pay Day
In places that I know
May Day is Play Day
In places where I go
May Day is Weigh Day
For folks with vertigo
May Day is Clay Day
For potters in the know
May Day is Prey Day
For those who seek a beau
May Day is Yea Day
In flagrante delicto
May Day is Gay Day
For fans of ********
May Day is Spay Day
For cads who come and go
May Day is Stray Day
For herds of buffalo
May Day is Sleigh Day
Among the Eskimo
(M'aidez is Crochet Day
for rural Idaho)
May Day is Nay Day
For those with lawns to mow.
Categories:
spay, celebration, day, giggle, holiday,
Form:
Verse