Buck(A) Poems - Poems about Buck(A)

Nookie Bookie

When business went
from bad to worse
and the Nookie Bookie
(a pimp)
with a curse
saw the number of customers'
trousers drop
he took umbrage
at an advertisement in the press
inserted by the local knocking shop
(where pleasure is a business)
which was seen to say...
RED LIGHT SPECIAL
Too many hookers spoil the brothel
Gentlemen
today's the day you're in luck
2 for the price of 1
more BANG

Like a Hot Potato, They Pass the Buck

      The old ‘Pass-Punt-Kick’ contest
        misappropriated by politicos
     You’re familiar with the stereotype
        the kind who check which way the wind blows

     Like a hot potato they pass

Young Buck

Despair not, 
The wound is superficial 
The arrow only grazing 

Your death mask delayed

The pain is real
But the end, 

far from us

passing the buck

In Preparing children for the adult world,
There is no better game to teach them than pass the parcel,
No better game to show them that we live in a caring world.

And when they reach adulthood in our caring world,
It will easy for them to exchange a buck for the parcel,
And add one more rule to make

Young Buck

A young buck in Toronto named Trask
sunbathes nude for the girls if they ask.
They're impressed with his dong,
it's so thick, long and strong
and it's certainly up for the task!

Maps a Buck: Free of Lugs

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Shooting an 8 Prong Buck

Late in the afternoon,
long shadows drive in-roads,
between paths of sunlight.

Got my Nikon on.
Locked and loaded.

The white tail just came too close,
got him!
Man did he fly when he heard,
the whir and click of a live camera!

Shot him startled and looking,
shot him leaping.
Took him down
as he disappeared
back into the deep woods.

Man,
I think I will hang
his big old

July Buck Moon

buddin’
	nubbin

A Buck Dreams of Tasty Spring Treats

Oh, for the taste of a sweet, juicy berry,
some sweet rose petals would make me happy;
I'm so tired of woody browse and acorns,
my throat gets dry and my teeth are worn.
For an aging buck needs good sustenance;
I hate the browse cracking, such dissonance!

I long for tree buds, tender grass and shoots;
I'd kiss a squirrel for

Deer In the Cemetery

I stole an hour from work
Drove a few blocks from our downtown office
To a cemetery
And there
In my preferred shady spot to park

Where I typically meditate
With all four windows wide open
Gulping the afternoon autumn wind
Shaving my face to young again
In the rearview mirror

Brian Doyle’s last book opened

But today? No
Another soul
A fellow survivor in their coffin car
I

Prettiest Buck Gets All the Does

Prettiest buck acted like he did not know he was fine.
We watched him hop over fences with does in a line.
They all want his attention, they flirt with him sublime.
The other bucks pick out his leftovers, saying “that one’s mine.”

Harold the Hugh Hefner Carrot Top Buck

Harold the Hugh Hefner carrot top buck

Ruled his hare'm 
nsync with trumpeting Donald Duck,
(loud enough to arouse Daisy),
the former cartoon character,
a pensive searing black kind Roebuck
heir to a fortune hauling trash and rubbish,

whereby dust bunnies repurposed 
into environmentally friendly 
electric kool aid acid tested batteries 
powering many an electric truck,
which wolfed, kick/jump started 
and guzzled

Rhymes With Buck

There once was a stupid $hmuck
Who tried earning an honest buck 
But his job drove him crazy
So he became lazy
And no longer gave a ....


© Mike Wise
10-7-22

Big Buck 2022

                       Antlers big and strong
                            

full buck moon

arduous ascent
	incandescent massive orb –
		buck tosses his head

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