Butcher Poems - Poems about Butcher

Mexican severe repeat violent offender stabbing five persons with a butcher knife

News release woman gets only 
four years for stabbing five people 
with a large butcher knife saying 
I’m going to Mort you why would 
Wisconsin concealed a butcher 
knife dangerous weapon out the 
hands of  a severe Mexican repeat 
violent with a dangerous weapon while 
on probation while out on bond 
to give false

Lily Loves Butcher

Lily is quite a looker
She dresses like a hooker
Dave made a mistake
Asking her for a date
Her husband is a bouncer named Butcher

Butcher house back home

First job in high school 
thought I would be just clean up 
I learned to cut meat

The Feared Life of Shadrach Stone

Shadrach Stone had lived a rather feared life.
Now, it’s back for him like a butcher’s knife.
A man he’d choked in tears leaving his wife,
In many relaxed homes Virus of Strife…

Hammer that crushed the world of five persons,
Though, they had doctors and later parsons,
Deeply mourning their lost child The Carsons,
One of the silenced by Shadrach’s arsons…

All

Soup Creeks Butcher

“Butcher Bob” a good guy but you never can tell
Delivers my steaks at my new place by the well
Meet the gals Smith and Wesson
Here to teach y’all a good lesson
But Bob's resolve’s so strong he can send you to hell

We’re both entrepreneurs and are new in town
Meeting with Mayor Tom, that’s why the gals are

The Butcher Shop

The carcass hung suspended
in a numbed shadow of the mind,
no more an animal, a form
that once lived and drew a breath.
It was now transformed into nothing
more than meat. Headless,
hoofless, quartered and stripped 
of hide, what remained had no identity
but a shape, marked out
in imaginary grid lines ready 
for the saw to reduce such bulk
to cuts

Quack

Ted doesn’t like his past.
He has yet to think fast:
Clear not shadowy past,
Lies warranting a blast…

Plain Butcher for Doctor
Poor Loser as Victor
Roles that rolled on to jail,
Court’s Ruling to not fail…

Flags we’d fly at half mast
For Heroes who did last;
Ted was The Damned Miscast:
World of Drama’s Outcast!

Ted to break with his past,
Witnesses now aghast:
They’d say

The Butcher Came

The butcher came for the sheep
                   the cow did not moo, she wasn't a sheep
                      

Lil' Richie

A butcher named Richard McCall
Attended a naturist ball.
        But at registration,
        Due to refrigeration,
His name tag read "Dickie McSmall".

The Butcher Chop

Her late husband was a fault-finder
And she wished that he had been kinder
But not her fault
She spilled the salt
When he caught his meat in the grinder!

Butcher India

struggle for survivalist
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup India

family system turned down
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup India

right to life,unprotected
houses crumbling
it is row of red mutton on butcher hook
next is you
why cheerup india

Butcher Kite

Tale behind the kite 

Black Butcher flying a kite by the hair comb by laugh laugh a breath taking breath hue dance up above the natural taste of food and resources of lively hood money is raining by clouds on earth happyness flowing by the cry with out a blood child jumping and learning how

Butcher

on the Irish
side of my
family my
grandfather
who never i
was to meet

was a but
cher of 
meats
so in
many
and in

countless
numbers
there were
chickens
that went 
under

his blade
and as the
ancients
say trust
that all
must 

pay not the 
boatman
but have
change
for the
turn

stile for
while no
money is
needed to
reach
nirvana

you have to
to come back
to this world
and do it all
over again
to get it

right
so right 
after his
passing
and the
giving of

his last rites
he will from
his

Mrs Grundy and the Butcher

Ted Cogger is our local butcher and he’s been here seven years;
full forward for the footy team and drinks a nightly seven beers.
He played one season for the cricket club, but he was just a slugger,
and Ted’s become a mate of mine, but he’s a pretty sleazy bugger.

I have suspicions ‘bout fidelity but of course

Son of a Butcher

Knives fly
cows and chickens die
new world translations
morality always a test
abandoned sons
the fathers crimes exposed
cursed by a closed mind
brainwashed
by voices in the sky
mathematics 
begin to multiply
only then
will fathers repent
and children rejoice
animals roam free
all the living
have precious souls

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