Cur Poems - Poems about Cur

Ruc Pascal Comeau she named him after the place where her great great grand uncle was born. She said he was the inventer of the "clinchmens Clasp" a large button that secures the front of a ruffed shirt. He and his son invented the thing because the mans mistress threatened to tell his wife of his misdeeds if he didn't take in to town to buy...

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The queen frog sat on the throne protecting her dog. He was a tiny thing, spoiled rotten, a mutt from the bog. He fell into the gravy, the jealous ones agreed together. Brought in from a storm in the worst winter weather. The dog was as loyal to the queen as she was to him. She named him Stewart Jingle...

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A day in the life of a flea Is just one too many for me So please swap your cur For something sans fur To avoid a catastrophe!...

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Down's Syndrome is such a big scare Because it happens everywhere So clinics should close Since everyone knows The greedy need more than their share* *90% of the cases at one clinic are attributed to Down's Syndrome but the GOP won't fund research - nor prevention - as all the GOP needs is "approved" voters who vote the party line...

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When we sat together, we whispered almost as one, not as conspirators, but as mentor and acolyte, and you spoke of things that I did not comprehend yet with words that I knew were true. You warned me of a chimera, I've fallen prey to several since. When we stood counter, we opposed one another's reason, not as equals, but as victor and vanquished, and you spoke...

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Every Dog Starts As A Surly Cur Earth seeds its own laments worn shepherds in torn tents Sheep living in deep sleep a tramp never earns his keep Lone tree shades bare ground hare rests but not the hound Path sets so many hideous traps children need more long naps Adults seek much more pleasure ignoring love's greatest treasure Always more power grows deeper mad selfish desires...

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A Cur There was an old cur men endured. A bad dog was he that is for sure. When he wanted to eat He would steal someone’s meat. Caught and caged with a lure was cur’s cure. (Too sad, must add: Until they found him a home...) © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen March 9, 2010 Poetic form: Limerick...

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