Best Squeal Poems
Standing on the crest of my life
Reached with punch and some fire
Wonder I still, what the squeal
Of the gate closing be like
Carrying as it might be
A message lurking
That the years of indulgence
Of running as free as a deer
On the highlands boundless
Of thoughts and abstraction
And of diligence and sweat
Had run out of steam
To be never refired again
As in time would stop by
The Retirement,
To take its final call.
Squirrel's squeaky squeal...!
It was a warm evening stroll
along the bund of a canal;
The river flowing further away,
I used canal bund for my sway.
The muddy man-made track,
along the thickly wooded bank!
Many pleasant birds in sight,
going about their duties right!
Egrets, Storks, Ibis and Heron,
Peacocks with it's hens' harem.
A wading flock of herded ducks,
herded by herdsman's quacks!
Cattle criss-crossing at its will,
quenching thirst in waters still!
Fields of Paddy and Plantains,
an odd worker who maintains!
Rarely, a reptilian friend in way,
out to scramble as if I had a say!
All these and many more of wild,
their life in manner that is so mild!
That's when I came across one,
scooted away from me to shun!
A Squirrel, saw me - open 'n' bare,
fixed it's gaze on me with its pair!
Ran ahead and away - tail a tower,
a Palm tree to scale for its cover!
Squeaky squeal as it made its way,
hoping to shoo it's troubles away!
It's tummy and heart kept pounding
'rustle of my approach', in it hounding!
Frequent peep from its side and over,
to keep me away from it - however!
Gait of mine as I approached close,
see fear in its eyes and pointed nose!
Hid itself, up in that Palmyra crown,
did I see it staring at me with a frown?
Mindful and yet unmindful of it I walk,
without any thought in me to stalk!
For fear was caused by, in its mind,
no role of mine in it - is what I find!
Currently wearing an old pair jeans
Six inch smaller waist since getting lean
Can't stop my high pitch squealing
Hope to soon get down from the ceiling
Friends holding ears, faces bright yellow green
let's go parking in the desert
you know that you want to
open up the moon-roof
and neck like a couple of fools
a million stars overhead
a full moon lights the sky
it's a little cramped
that's why these seats slide
let's pretend that we are teens
as I leave a mark on your neck
you'll need to wear high collars
oh but what the heck
let's pop in a cd
and listen to some tunes
while you are kissing on me
I'll be kissing on you
we'll have to keep one eye open
to watch out for patrol cars
they shouldn't be looking for parkers
but rousting drunks in bars
ouch, my leg is hurting
it hit the steering wheel
your back is almost breaking
but honey you make me squeal
Pigs squeal
They also lie
Wudja expect
from a creature
that lives in a sty
Squeal
Scream
Laugh
Shut up!
Hey!
Chuckle Chuckle
Rumble
Roar
Shriek
I got a….
You want to see…..
My….
Thirty-six fourth graders at lunch.