Moose Poems - Poems about Moose

They were all out standing in their field with an ass or two and a few moose along with a stray Canadian goose when someone let the Appaloosas loose not a welcome sight nor pretty view while the moose who cud did slowly chew the well-trained colt did not bolt or even buck to shuck us the goose didn't give a honk or...

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Allow me to introduce the hermit Hugh who I do deduce felt it within himself to eschew an embrace yet being obtuse when on a wild chase did goose a moose in the caboose then a disgrace but such behaviour did induce Bruce another recluse to pick up the pace when playing footsie under the table fast and loose ...

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Yes, Justice aspires to be blind, But Cupid is not far behind. His aim is so loose, A moose and a goose Once found that their stars were aligned....

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From the dark shadows of the past to the unfair justice of this cruel world lies every new day that passes by around the shores of the flowing river, like a gentle wind it flows traveling with all the armies of water like soldiers on the battlefield, long live the 300 spartans such a terrifying...

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You look like a silly old moose With those antlers up high on your head Your name wouldn't be Mickey, would it? Oh it's Marvin! I like Mickey instead Well Marvin Moose, how are the forests? Are we finally turning it around? Will earth survive the pollution and garbage? Is it too late to break new ground? When man's existence is seriously threatened He...

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If the plural of mouse is mice, And more than one louse is lice, Then it seems to me, that logically, The plural of grouse should be grice. A single goose duplicates into geese, A mongoose produces mongooses, So let me stick out my neck And ask why the heck The plural of moose is moose, And not meese, Or much better yet, Why not mooses? Author's...

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Moose Encounter In his element, with eyes glaring, The beast snorts out of his nostrils Like a steam locomotive All fired up, flaring! On legs as high as my shoulders; His front hooves paw the ground, And the muscles flex, Beneath the thick, dark fur coat! His head lowers; Displaying A massive antler rack (Swaying back and forth; And the bell Almost touching the ground) Preparing to do battle! –I shudder! And...

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chill howls slit needles from firs and steer whimsy puffs to shade the moon like accordion blinds summer's last dying gasps just below the treeline snippity snap dragon spits sparks in the dark doesn't threaten me but don't want to be run down by a grizzly or chased by a moose just want to be here with Groot and 400 Conejos* you know all those stone circles in Scotland were...

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Take your young quackers to Canadian blue pond. You will see a large moose just west of a swan. He is the best babysitter the woods has ever seen. He will keep your quackers safe, and he never is mean. We asked the Moose what he would charge us to babysit. A bunch of our downy offspring, a dozen plus...

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life’s unstable death’s staid ~ recombobulation comes by getting laid clucked a hen to her sterile rooster ~ being axed by the kitchen maid who was having a fling with the butler ~ he certainly made her grade By David Kavanagh...

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There are these two rivers I like. Someday, somewhere, they shall reunite....

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Moose Uber was the one we all waited to use. Usually enthusiastic, he also could enthuse. Chipmunk and skunk would jump on after infusing booze. For, bear and weasel stared at bunny, salivating with ooze. Moose Uber had one big rule. On his watch, no fights. No bites out of little guys, he meant to wrong all the rights. Can...

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I see some moose running down the street with antlers sticking out like guns, bursting through the crowd sending people on the run and scavengers flying around the sky landing on power lines beating drums in the town. Big moose little moose scale high walls knocking down metal barriers, poking the people in their...

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He saved three chickens and a moose Captured them … then set them loose Rustled some words, put them on paper This, it is said, his most dangerous caper For words can be twisted for purpose or fun The most brilliant of meanings reduced to a pun He sits now, alone, in a dark shaded place For what’s etched in stone cannot...

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