Bull Poems - Poems about Bull

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the two- ton Iowa steer gave me a ***** leer over hear, dear, come be my ever-loving peer. Smile sheer, he wore rings in his nose and right ear. I resolved not to go near until I had consumed my beer. Nothing to fear bellowed the steer. Over hear dear, over here!...

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fence’s formidable periphery enclosed more than I could ever see I walked it at eight, was still gone by three the length of this fence has amazed Tim and me Tim is a bull I discovered along the way I wanted to ride him back, but he said “no way!”...

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Horn Bull Full of Wool Haiku has been a big bull who with Trump there is much pull always will be full How about that one?...

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Ben the bull was gentlemanly and debonair He had a unique personality, he filled the air The others in the barnyard got out of his way He marched though the fences, big and gay With his blue silk scarf from the farmer’s wife And his fancy patchwork jacket, he had a good life He wore a fashionable rip in one leg...

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Algebra sheet limp beneath my elbow, mocking me in equations I’ll never understand. I open Google Classroom like a coffin. The deadlines stack up in a mound of unmarked corpses, in a thousand unmarked graves, in old, unmarked sections of my mind— I'd name them here, but who cares? I’m too tired to mourn them. Sugar-free Red Bull— because I don't sleep, because I care more...

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I usually sit down with my tea, And Dora not so far from me, Her slava drooling from her jaw, On command she'll raise her paw, On occasion food will drop, Dora the hoover cleans up the slop, She eats for fun she's never full, One big stomach she's like a bull, And one big drawback it isn't smart, She let's one slip a...

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the more you spread, the more people will pay to get rid of the smell...

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In my deepest fantasies Poetry Contest Anoucheka Gangabissoon I'm at a bar drinking a beer When all my inhibitions disappear My eyes dance at all the men So robust and vibrant, like bulls in a bin I double down on my fantasy And order a Hennessey For it has a stronger kick and bite And I begin spinning left to right In my...

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The cock also sweat Sweating beneath the undaunted hair Though unseen, untethered Unnoticed yet vulnerable. The male lion also weep Weeping gently and silently With insignificant traces Though galloping and parading In confidence which left creatures Marvelled and tender. The virile also feels They also go through pains Pains seen and unseen Though eye catching faces And beautiful faces are worn over Should the Bull...

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The Bull and the Matador Stalwartly, the bull gaits around the confines of the arena ring; snorting and displaying piercing horns and muscle-bulk build. For this he was bred and raised; to be a champion of beasts, and no matter where placed, will claim as his domain and ferociously defend until death, if necessary. Then into the ring swaggeringly treads the matador (flamboyantly dressed, touting a...

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Tell me, dog with the big teeth, What do you see past that muzzle of yours? What do you hear through the whispers of those that go by? You crave to feel human touch— Even the brush of fingertips against your ruined body When someone walks past. You long to be held like all the little dogs are: Given fuss on...

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In the midst of many lions he saw how they devoured those that remained just a bull, So he built himself fiery horns that could stab lions to death to show he wasn't a fool, He built great strength and endurance for himself while he still appeared cool, He made so many friends and also made use of...

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New farmer whose first name is Guy Confesses he's using AI His cows are sans bulls But for lassies he pulls He uses his todger - AYE AYE!...

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I had an idea for a poem To let my mind simply roam But it’s not really my cup of tea And why on earth is it rhyming I really want to make pancakes But it’s too early yet too late And my thighs are a giveaway For late night snacks of past days My poem cemetery isn’t too full I...

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