Hedgehog Poems - Poems about Hedgehog

Henry Harry Harold Hubert Hedgehog he Rolls himself into a prickly ball, let’s let him be When predators come to annoy, torment or play His prickly thorns discourage them to go far away...

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Rock star hedgehog rocked the world of New York with his guitar. He had gigs lined up from sixth Madison to the Village, place named Garr. When he began to rock out, the crowd went nuts and screamed along. There was so much intense screaming, I never understood the song....

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The hedgehog is so loving, so giving and so nice. His toes are truly cold, they feel a bit like ice. Sun hears the complimentary comments and warms hedgehog up. Anyone this marvelous, should be enjoying their slumber after sup....

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The peeping hedgehog scared the willies out of the maid She ran from the room screaming, after hearing the window shade I don’t know what it is, maybe a beaver or a bear she yelled out. We could hear her six minutes later, giving another annoying shout. At least I got rid of her, the peeping hedgehog said, amused. I...

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Hedgehog, O hedgehog dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet. In England where the tickly grass grows greener we galumph in our rubber boots up to your little Hobbit nests beneath the thorny bushes were you rests. We the ever scampy nippers fill tin cups with wriggly worms leave then there by your dinky mossy dells. All the pricky hogs come from near and nearer, to snuff and gobble by the brittle briery and eat their...

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For an hour Cicadas saw at the early August evening While thunder purrs as kittens In the yarn of dark clouds balled up out west over Ionia County Trees prepare their umbrellas The Tigers on TV swing away in the 3rd inning A good book in hand Then out of hand A den of lions-wind roars outside our patio window Devours the screens I jump...

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Hedgehog loves her floral hat It’s one of a kind said the Dracula bat. I ducked my head as he swooped down. This red-eyed wonder sometimes lands on a crown. The hat is marvelous, the bat told me. I saw it yesterday while we drank tea. I wanted to see it but had no idea where the hedgehog was. Follow us! Said...

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She is feeding her hedgehog a dandelion brew. We do not interrupt her until she is through. How does he like it? We ask as he slurps. See for yourself she says, as he gives some loud burps. Persnickety hedgehog says, “Why don’t you ask me yourself?” I scoot myself a bit farther back on the oak limb’s magical shelf. Don’t...

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I know this might sound kind of wrong But I am making up a ditty of a cute little song About how hedgehog loves his smelly patchouli bong How can I distribute it to this hippie throng? Hedgehog is a private guy, I said. You might be messing with his head. I would write a song about myself instead. Maybe about how...

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It was November first, Hedgehog Grandpa’s birthday. "We’ve got to be going!" Mom was yelling that day. The one that was keeping us back was brother Gay. A slow poke again, on that cool Saturday. "I am leaving now." The voice was loud, from Dad. "I am right behind you!" I yelled. My name is Thad. My mother was holding a...

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Girly hedgehog is so feminine and fine She should have suiters falling down in a line My hair is perfect, my smile is a delight What is wrong with these boys? They simply aren’t right! Maybe you are too perfect, a butterfly suggests. I agree! Throws in a wise robin from her perch on her nest. You mean I am too...

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I just saw a little beast outside! I think he has scurried off to hide! Is he a little chubby with a pretty face? That’s Rhubarb my hedgehog, he has such grace. You mean you are feeding this rodent creature? I surely am, he is like watching a double feature. He’s funny and sassy and he scurries with attitude. I love everything...

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Hedgehog librarian had a following of sixty-seven hundred strong. She loved teaching library skills, she had been at it hard and long. How old do you think she is? Someone asked, politically wrong. No idea, but she tells a wild story about pirates, witches and King Kong....

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As hedgehogs we don’t get much work and thus get little pay And that’s a shame because it’s grandma’s ninety eighth today We can’t afford a birthday cake the shops charge quite a toll But the baker’s just threw out a slightly stale Swiss roll What a stroke of luck I thought, all I need now is candles But then...

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heat blankets the earth simple self-preservation ~ prickly hedgehog ball...

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