Oats Poems - Poems about Oats

WILD GOAT HAVING HIS OATS - BAWDY LIMERICK WARNING

Young newlyweds on a love boat
He mounted her like a wild goat
The up and down motion
Of the stormy ocean
Meant super sex – it got their vote!

Stillness in November

Over harvested fields —

I walk beneath the fading afterglow
of a forgotten lantern   a path worn
by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno
its damp salve seeping through my coat
into my bones

Fog an Erebian curtain   a Stygian veil
barn swallows following
susurrus secrets of the soul   each step
a slow exhalation   a

stork feels his oats

Stork felt grumpy now that rules had changed completely
My job used to be easy, I did it on time, and it was sweetly
But these days I am bogged down with extra things to drop
My knees are feeling bad, and it takes me twice as long to stop.

Maybe it is because you are older, a young

No Oats

I have heard that mairsy doats
and sweet little doesy doats.
I'd agree that cowsy doats.
Why do lamzay noats?

How Poets Sow Their Wild Oats

There's a place that poets go
    when they must their wild oats sow

  They camp out in front of the TV set
    Are the Three Stooges on the air yet

Wild Oats, Steel Cut

"Wild Oats, Steel Cut" 

Words like food
can become an addiction
it’s in the swallowing 
that the story 
consumed like 
some feast
laid out at the 
Hatters Table
poured into 
kidney pans
returns 
steel cut
in our warm
memories
glitching all over
our wild oats
while we 
are stitched up
being fed porridge
and honey

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Rolled Oats

"Rolled Oats" 

Age shall not weary
trolls counting strange fruit
golden apples rolled 

Lord Laden put to sleep 
on an alter Hippomenes
there Atalanta lights a candle

underneath the dry rot
Ovid’s oracle prophecy not far wrong
3 golden apples racing along

Hippomenes 
strange addiction was outshone
the race never to be won

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Tv Remotes and Wild Oats

In halcyon olden days of yore,
When box TVs were far from smart,
The youngest in house used to bore,
If lovingly, the chore TVs to start. 
Then came remotes— a political mace
At home they have tended to be,

And if I may, no less a menace—
When needed, always remote from me—
Perhaps, why we call them remote!
Which, a moment

She Loves Having Her Oats - Bawdy

Miss Toe Dipper must have her oats
Especially when on huge cruise boats
She has them each morning
Just as the sun’s dawning
When she’s had her fill how she gloats

When frolicking out on the ocean
They’ll rise up and down with the motion
As he reaches ‘top deck’
There’s love bites on her neck
These antics soon cause a commotion

She quickly puts

Feeling My Oats

Sure feeling my oats today, you betcha
Matters not the brand, they erect my antenna
All parts are alert
All day's like dessert
Nothing but naughties are on my agenda

I'Ve Sowed My Own Oats

September first is the day that changed my life another suicide attempt 25ish days of hospitalization.  

The police and social workers got involved. They juged me and threw me out on the street forcing my mom to put a restraining order on me or she will loose my daughter.  

Shame on them I

Feeling My Oats

Sure feeling my oats today, you betcha
Matters not the brand they erect my antenna
All parts are alert
All day's like dessert
Nothing but naughties are on my agenda

Charlie Oats

A boy called Charlie Oats
Has feet as big as boats
But he’s no fool
When he goes to school
He doesn’t walk, he floats

Quaker Oats

Quaker Oats

If pure grain oats grown
In the mountains of Utah
Is it Quaker Oats

by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/17/17

Donald Trumps Oats

There once was a Lady called Cheryl
who bedded Donald Trump, lucky fellow 
one swish of that wig
and Cheryl whisked him in bed
And then Trump did the same to the nation

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