Donkeys Poems - Poems about Donkeys

The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it and now the rest of the two-legged world...

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"To the White House he strode," sang his choir, The elephants sparked a dumpster fire, His words became its fuel, Deceit was his tool, While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar." We need no DC to know all these things, Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings. You’ll see Iran sneezing; And Israel pleasing, Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings. Red...

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Donkeys are known for their sheer stubborness; determination beyond compare. I see three "saints" for donkeys, nonetheless - Mary's transport to Bethlehem's square and Balaam's unique donkey, quite rare. Mary's donkey is not mentioned per se in God’s Word, but I don’t think she walked. Balaam’s donkey saw an angel guarding the way. After two beatings, he sat down and balked; and in self-defense...

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I took a donkey Over the border from Nepal into India In Calcutta I had tea When the hotel Proprietor after checking out Asked; me 'Any tips?' I misunderstood & said 'No need.'...

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The Blackpool donkeys have given up, they have boarded jumbo jets as emotional support animals. Once they used to plod between the Blackpool piers half a mile up, half a mile back, day after day, carrying whooping kids and adults as they heavily jogged along; fat thighs clapping sore ribs. In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved with downcast eyes, backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees. When...

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The Blackpool donkeys have given up: they have boarded passenger jets - to be emotional support animals. Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier half a mile up, half a mile back, day after day, carrying kids and plump matrons. In a dull daydream the donkeys moved with downcast eyes, plodding until exhausted. Now the donkeys have retired, when not flying they surfboard on Hawaiian waves. their...

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Our nation is divided extremes of left, extremes of right with no compromise in sight America burns and hate is strong can't we agree riots and looting are wrong stop tearing us down time to build us up let love overflow in our nations cup Some are blue, some are red those in between too confused to be led An honest neutral media does...

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We are all lions led by donkeys Won't mention names but we're like zombies A Brit and a Yank Both guys to thank Almost as painful as a suppository...

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The Blackpool donkeys have given up they have boarded jumbo jets to be emotional support animals for those lesser angels that protect us wingless fliers. They have opted out. Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier half a mile up, half a mile back, day after day, carrying kids and also others that drank beer as they heavily jogged along their thighs clapping sore...

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It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea Created a baby that left its mommy Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***? A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong? Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit ...

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Let the King take His ride On the street paved with glory The hails and the cheers The shouts and the screams They are not meant for us But the One that we carry For we are but donkeys Let His choice not irk us Should he pick a mule ne'er ridden Or one without a medal A newbie to pedal May we remain...

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Tussled snow-haired gnome flies over the land, A moonbeam daydream, unicorn soars high. Pulling bread loaves from the air with his hands, Weaving through clouds shaped like marshmallow pies. He’s the master of all he imagines, To his fantasy you are invited. To be pragmatic is to be tragic. It’s story time, kids, let's get excited! This governing’s not as hard as it...

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The only good thing is that one must lose, In the battle of Donnie versus Hill. Three-hundred million cases of the blues, Add me to the list of those who feel ill. More than that, it makes me look to the sky And in addition to all that wishin’ I’m sorry I prayed for a girl or guy Who wasn’t a...

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So don’t let those other guys get you down How could we not beat the hippie and witch? She’s a criminal; he’s a goofy clown But we can’t beat the Donald, here’s the sitch: Standing at the altar, first five, now three Awaiting the voters to be their groom Casting anxious looks toward the entry But with a s-Trump-et, the groom left...

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The blind, jaundiced eagle falls from the sky. Falling free, it's the death of liberty. No need for autopsy to figure why. Is it freedom we want, or all things free? We’ll protect you from life so hazardous. We know how to fix it when you’re hurting. Blame those other guys, with laser focus, All hail the figure behind the curtain! It will...

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