Eel Poems - Poems about Eel

Eel is a fish It's delicious Delicacy....Read the rest...

eel slimy well streamlined lives in water fish...Read the rest...

longer conger...Read the rest...

It CAN be ‘fish n chips’ stop carping on, there’s no plaice for rudeness! It's so sad to see a person out of their depths and just floundering Why is it that some people always think...Read the rest...

Ethereal enigma echoed empathic eel ‘s emotional elevation Elongated elusive elephant-like Edison expected ectoplasm Extrasensory efforts of exacting Ellis effortlessly eludes evildoers Exasperating empathetic eel and elusive ethereal enigma...Read the rest...

'It seems surreal,' whispered the eel, 'and I'm unsure what that is for.' He nodded then towards my pen. He wriggled round without a sound, and quite aghast, he scribbled fast, his mouth around the pen I'd found - and here I quote the words he wrote: 'I am...Read the rest...

there once was a very clever eel who liked to grab her tail like a wheel always caused a giggle every time she wiggled she just loved the way it made her feel Make Me Laugh Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsored by:...Read the rest...

Have you ever dated an electric eel? You'll never forget the way it feels, If you roll with an eel in the sack, Brace yourself for that electric crack, A hug will make your eyes bug out, A kiss will...Read the rest...

I went out with my dad today, to swim beneath the sea. He took me by the hand and said ‘just stay right next to me’. We stepped out to the water and we swam out on...Read the rest...

Any and even the coldest eel loses a plate to any cold steel. Volodymyr Knyr 2017...Read the rest...

Slipperier than a Greased Eel In a Vat of Astroglide That Hillary’s sociopathic streak is a mile wide In case you haven’t noticed, the fix is in But her followers love her even if she’s guilty as sin We...Read the rest...

Turtles drooping can be signs of elitist tantrums on borderline wave cones. Such colours. And often feedback is not fodder so therefore indigestible. Taming a 3foot bullock who is battling to grow horns is often...Read the rest...

Eel River Tragedy I’ve gold dollars for my darlin and a Stetson for my son, and in my old broke saddlebags, I keep my Schofield gun, when home I’ll make some coffee and tell a tale I’ve...Read the rest...

Slithering in the depthless waters We find the eel—never blinking Rarely has he seen the sun Encompassed with mistrust He’s a soloist of the deep Calm burning in his soul, We find his home Serenely built on the quietude of his...Read the rest...

I'm longing for warm eel pie, tis' a squirming delight to the eye, me wife she eschews, eel pie and eel stews, and eats only fried eel on...Read the rest...