Best Stubborn As A Mule Poems
A mule got a species change operation and made a real ass of himself.
Generous to a fault,
stubborn as a mule;
a bit older than dirt
but as a general rule-
we treasure your smile,
love your sense of humor;
we applaud your *****
and we've spread the rumor-
that in your younger days
you ate fatback and greens
and could wield a switch
that made us shoot our beans.
In spite of all the memories
and recurring nightmare scenes,
we're proud to call you Mom
and glad we've got your genes.
What a mess
I must confess
I made of my own life
Immaturity can be
A dull and painful knife
Advice was given readily
Wisdom came like tides
Warned of dangers far and near
That trap young hearts like mine
Stubborn as a mule can be
I scoffed and bucked
So foolishly
Looking back
I made a fuss
Over things now
Old like dust
If I'd listened
If I heard
Words of love
I thought absurd
I am a careful driver who stays in my lane
Except when I think doing so would be insane
Like when a crazy fool
Is stubborn as a mule
And has an ego that is totally inane
I humbly and wisely take the high road...except
When another driver is doubtlessly inept
I'm not the one who crashed
and don't need to be bashed
Do not assume I am wrong, when I am adept
A driver who thinks he's better is a road hog
Some folks might even consider him a hotdog
Mouthing off like he's right
Like a poet on a site
Bragging like a fat bullfrog, squatting on a log
Mule kicked and bucked so high, its
hind legs seemed to reach the sky...
Suffering from many a thing, but vowed
to suffer war no more,
Soldiers differing with the stubborn
beast, learned to sit in peace...
He was super cool, would break all the rules, said the heck with school, stubborn as a mule, was labeled a fool.
Life became cruel he tried to use some tool's but his learning was minuscule, found his self in a cesspool.
But he didn't let it overrule, he went back to school learned the golden rule, came out of that cesspool and found, he's a true Jewel.
Life is like a giant pool, sometimes you'll run into. A whirlpool which is why you'll need the right fuel.
But what you definitely can't do is drool while sitting on a stool, being scared of the pool.
Stay In School
Mary had a little lamb
As stubborn as a mule
He never listened to a word she said
Cause he was way too cool
That lamb was always hiding
And Mary looked everywhere
But the lamb was born to boogie
And he simply didn't care
He'd sneak away late at night
And party all night long
He'd wander in bout half past four
Humming a drinking song
He'd been sippin on the goat's milk
You could smell it on his breath
He tripped over the chicken coop
Nearly scared them hens to death
The cows could only shake their heads
As they watched him stumble in
Waiting for the yelling to start
And the fireworks to begin
For Mary had surely heard him
He was as loud as he could be
But in the lambs condition
He could hardly even see
The lamb was quite inebriated
He'd made his last mistake
Mary had news to tell him
In the morning when he's awake
For Mary had finally had it
And she knew now what to do
His partying days were over
For he's down at the petting zoo
It’s now many years Mom
since you passed away
Still angry with me from that day
For your opinion was all that mattered
No one else’s you considered.
Many a spat we had over silly things
You left without a farewell to a place far away.
I have a daughter now no two
But one’s as stubborn as a mule
We’ve had harsh words she and I
and parted in anger many a time
Now I know what you felt
when I opposed your rule
Oh blessed night when you came to me
Your spirit pure and sweet
A bouquet of flowers you gave to me
And one to my daughter too
What touched me most were the words I read
etched upon petals translucent blue
Love and forgive, from Mom dear one
You know now the true meaning of love
In that wonderful place above.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful vision of love.
Tighten the Tongue
James: Chapter 3.
Seems like tongues these days
Are errors from all their ways
Not deserving praise.
Due to tainted tongue
Many hands we will have wrung
Sad songs also sung.
Tongue terror was full
Not only that bunch of bull
Stubborn as a mule.
Our tongues tried to tame
Not give others all the blame
To us will do same.
Why incriminate
With tongue we should always wait
Also hesitate.
With tongue tell the truth
While never being uncouth
Had been in our youth.
We humiliate
With tongue is a common trait
Will have to sedate.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.
She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.
She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.
I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!
Donald Trump really needs to concede
A new president is what we all need
He's stubborn as a mule
But can't win, voters rule
Step down sir, our Country needs to succeed
11/21/2020
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A Fools Remorse
When your 8 or 9 you hope they not think you a fool at school
When your 14 or 16 you hope they think your too cool at the pool
When your 20 or 30 you play your jewel for a fool
When your 40 or 50 you become a tool and claim to rule
When your 60 or 70 your stubborn as a mule
When your 70 or 80 you wake-up in a pool of your own drool
When your 80 or 90, guess whose there to wipe off your drool
You might have been cool, but now your just another old fool
You should not have forgotten the golden rule
I know I'm a Southerner
and I think you'll agree,
When you hear my tale
of when I was three.
I found a can on the floor,
coffee it once held.
I peered inside,but
Lawd, that wasn't coffee I smelled!
My Maw was an icon
known far and wide.
Her cookin' was somethin'
made her heart swell with pride.
But, her secret
she held tight,
no one should ever know,
she put up a good fight.
She was like a donkey,
stubborn as a mule.
Now don't you be stupid,
Maw was nobody's fool.
So, now that Maw's gone,
this much I will share.
My Maw dipped snuff,
that was it, that's enough!
Its an old saying,
stubborn as a mule
The old Italian
yanked,
and the donkey said,
"now that ain't cool"
I can feel everything swirling around me again.
That bad obsession drawing me back in.
Not sure exactly what to do.
Probably going to fold because it’s what I am use to.
I might smile but my heart still sinks.
Open another bottle and pour another drink.
Familiar flavor flowing in my mouth.
Those old fears temporarily gone, there now drowned out.
Comfortable in the mist of that whiskey talk.
Same little stumble in my walk.
That bad obsession is back it’s here again.
Lost for awhile in that downward spin.
With whiskey in and on my mind.
There’s no use in talking to me.
I am as stubborn as a mule.
Still believing I am as happy as can be.
There is no use in trying to stop it.
This bad obsession is a long time friend.
It’s the monkey right there on my back.
I guess I’ll be petting him right up to the end.
I’ll say sorry now for my actions.
You’re the one not at a loss.
That bad obsession has taken over.
Figure that you will be the cost.
I know you’re mad with what’s going on.
Sober I would care but now I must say so long.
I know around me you see the shadows creeping in.
I see them too but keep living the moment in my sin.
Right now I’m so comfortable, not thinking of the past.
Tell me will it be forever, will this bad obsession always last.
Author’s note.
I wrote this poem trying to look through the eyes of a once upon a time good friend with a bad obsession.