Dung Poems - Poems about Dung

Ding skipped and skipped and skipped Dong hopped and hopped and hopped Dang ran and ran and ran Dung jumped and jumped and jumped they laughed in tune they played in chime Ding Dong Dang Dung the bells rung the bells rung with a skip with a hop with a run with a jump Ding Dong Dang Dung then one by one they tired and wore and...

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And so we traveled very, very high, Our destination seemingly to reach The gathering mist and Dreary grey sky. The path rather track that we took, Could have been misunderstood, For a stairway to heaven. Are you going right to the top, Are you mad to go, Asked a kind old man with a mop Of pure white hair, walking his dog. He...

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This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal Now Beetle's tale's done no need for a sequel. They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal. In fields green and fetal past signs with a decal He'd meet Sheetal the Beadle who spoke of things fecal. With eyes prehensile he'd spot...

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in the manure, grows the flower ever-sweet is the shower of rancid skunk juice that ferments mist the tower a rodents pile dung 4/1/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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mistletoe season ~ time to pucker up and kiss the dung on a stick...

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the butterfly said to the fly why you fly smell eat dung/manure the fly told him this butterfly because the foods aroma essence yum-same as nectar provides me like your flower pleasures substance sweet sweet nectar from the flower butterfly sucks up transplants spits transfers cleansing fly lands on the fly lite on manure stinky dung yum-yum 7/19/23 Written words by James...

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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside. Across the field where her ninety pounds thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound! Nineteen times before the sour dregs are swallowed by the day. Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain. She racks each open with a metal comb to rake her...

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I have never seen such a supervillain in my life. ...

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taste my pencil fingers. can you taste the poem I wrote for you? the poems I may still write? why the sour look? tastes like scat? sorry wrong hand....

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i’m worthy of nothing, and deserving of all my couplet cost but a sh*t, yet turned out a ball By David Kavanagh...

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While shepherds watched their flocks so white All contemplating dusk, Their ’phones received some breaking news All thanks to Elon Musk. His Tweet announced a virgin birth In a stable by an inn, They danced around the windswept heath To a flute and violin. In Bethlehem was born a child A-sleeping in a crib, They scrolled the Twitter crowd’s response And thought it rather glib. The...

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Mr. Camel is fascinated by his friend Dilbert Dung Beetle’s diet. He thinks eating up excrement, feces and manure is a riot. It is tasty! Delicious! You should try a salty elephant pie! Dilbert Dung Beetle says. You would love it if you gave it a try! Mr. Camel watches Dilbert dig in, gulping down gobs of the stuff. He...

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As a hurting song is being sung, At a white polo shirt is flung What can have been a cow’s dung And on same it foully clung And on a nearby face hung; All a hurried indiscreet challenge By one refusing to change, As though it is beyond his range, The idea pointblank strange Or one’s denial of a sweet orange! At last, the...

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[Poo and poop... same thing] * See the little beetle how he...

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AT THE DUNG DINERS’ CLUB- Dung beetles them there beetles ; That feed on feces; Some species of dung beetles; Ooh! Yum just love that feces from all the species; Can bury dung 250 times their own mass; In one night those dungs love to not pass; Also known as rollers, roll dung into round balls, Which are used...

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