Pudgy Poems | Examples

In Your Easter Bonnet

She, in her Easter bonnet
Standing beneath the shade,
Alongside gentlemen in top hats
To view an Easter parade

Church bells ring distantly
Showy, white lilies sway,
Waving to sweet daffodils 
On this springtime holiday 

Baskets with chocolate rabbits 
Jelly beans and colored eggs,
Are carried by happy children 
Running by on pudgy legs

A whirl of pastel colors
Meant to delight the eye,
Like the first time seeing
A robin or a butterfly 

Joyous music fills the air and
Easter dinner is on the way,
Ham and pineapple wait at home
To round out this special day!

Red Ink

It’s an epidemic really, 

Putting a price on the putty we all need 

Now it’s all porcelain. 

But porcelain can’t make porcelain

You were once pudgy just like me, 

I watch as you scoff at the familiarities,

 Meanwhile an eraser is shaving down the final pigment of your palace.

ongoing war

Ongoing war

A not tall, a rather pudgy little man 
who is an absolute ruler over his twenty million-something inhabitants 
Got visited by another powerful man, who is slim
but not tall like his diplomat
the fat man was happy, had his country turning out
waving flags, their dance and jubilation 
photo taken, fraternity and contracts signed 
For the absolute ruler, who had his brother killed
to be sure of his power, it was a great opportunity
to take, not so tall man, around looking at things 
the visitor had won a war and was in high spirits, smiled
patted his strands of hair and asked himself
since his host harvests hair as a big business, should he ask for a discreet rug?
He decided not to ask, his face is so well known 
that jokers in the foreign press would make jokes 
make him look vain 
He did the masculine thing, buying artillery shells
instead, not that he needs a lot to know
but one never knows what hysteric people can do
those who cannot accept defeat.

Pudgy Wudgie Cudgy Smudgie Little Pig

Pudgy Wudgie Cudgy Smudgie Little Pig
Had a mud bath that smelled like fig
Bees swarmed around to see what they could see.
Shy Little Pig got angry and said “Stop looking at me!”

My Dog Shelbie

My Dog Shelbie

You make me laugh,
my furry butt friend.

It makes no difference where we go,
you would follow me to the end.

And what a disgrace you are!
Have you no shame!?

You seek out for consumption other dog’s remains,
and leave a gift for all to see!  Oh!  From that you cannot refrain!

But it’s that object, why do I find so much humor from your hunched pose,
that I’ll send its image to friends in response to their lucid texts composed.

Your head is on my shoulder as we sup together, as you beg by my side.
Oh!  How can I resist those pudgy lips, and those cute Aussie bright eyes?

You do everything to please me, even gather my shoes.
Oh!  You are my perfect fuzz face friend with all to gain and nothing to lose.

I guess we are stuck together, I say to you with a wink and a nod,
It's you and me kid, like two peas in a pod.

“How about a walk?  Let me get the leash... and the bags.”

by Martin Braun
January 6th, 2024
Dedicated to my Shelbie

No Self Control

Fudgy was Pudgy
little too much pudding pie
damn that stuff is good

Weight Loss 101

Around my hips, too much weight
    In place of a stomach, I've a spare tire
  My face is pudgy, slightly bloated
    Dark forces against me conspire ... 

  But I've reversed course, I'm shedding pounds
    Part of me's now in the Lost & Found
  Though I'm not quite ready to celebrate
    when I still tip the scales at 288!

Preferences Pedestrian

A faded white shirt
    accents his rumpled brown suit
  He takes his place unobtrusively
    sits content, quietly

  His preferences pedestrian
    narrowly bourgeoisie
  Guests sample exotic liquors
    His pleasure is tea

  He cares not for flaming duck, nor for pheasant-under-glass
    His pudgy fingers put a chokehold on a peanut butter sandwich
  For dessert, the raspberry tort was recommended
    ~ Buffett pockets two mints, peppermint-scented


  ____________________________________________________  
  Of course, it's 'The Oracle of Omaha!' Is there any other Buffet 
  on the world's radar?!

Cold Winter Is Not Forever

Within the oak tree, I have settled here
Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves.
My chirping song is heard roosting from top;
Can you see me; beguiling is the day.
Inherent nature's rhyme, a placid scene.
Winter has passed its chilling visit.
Spring with twelve hours daylight, nights my shortest.
I am three years old with reddish-orange breast,
Unbound and quintessential of them all.
Tugging squirmy earthworms out of the ground.

Cherubic is the flanking mockingbird
Has alone flown away now is silent.
I rule the passing hours of night and day.

Good-bye, good-bye the fiddle months last flit.
Summer nearly done, Autumn outburst late
With fruit bayberry, cherry, pyracanth;
Around the lattice to set pudgy grapes
Budding flowers for fructifying bees.

Lingering on a branch plume with winter
First snow my wings are spread quickly, fly off.
A glow of warmth I bring on winter's day!

1/27/2023

Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley

Loser

There once was a pudgy old elf 
he loaded the toys from the shelf
	filled the sleigh full 
	too heavy to pull
needed to lose half of himself

Honey I'M Home

Hello my poetry soup family 
I'm back from a much needed internet fast 
I pray all of you are doing well and are in good health 
Hopefully laughing at least once a day 
Although cracking up is better 
let's make that our goal.          
Cracking up at least once a day
Not a snicker 
Not a giggle 
Not a smirk 
Uncontrollable laughter
The kind that echo and travel down the black top
Split at the corner of the block and go in both directions
The kind of laughter that happens 9 times in a row
Until it's out of your system 
But you have to grab your pudgy midsection
Because its in pain after you're done
I'm laughing and smiling in Philly (215) 
Hopefully it's contagious
And you catch that instead of COVID

Susie, the Floozie

I had a rival whose name was 'Susie'
The streetwalker I'd nicknamed 'the floozie'
Through the night she would strut
Wiggling her pudgy butt
If only I'd been holding an Uzi!

One night Susie and I had quite a spat
She called me a brat. I chided, "You're fat!"
But when she pulled my hair
I felt my temper flare
Bellowed at her, "Susie, you're not all that!"'

She said I was such an annoying prig
I tore off her cheesy Barbie Doll wig
Her horse teeth were gnashing
as she lay there, thrashing
Squealing much louder than a suckling pig.

Told her I knew her buxom boobs were fake
She shrieked like a witch, burning at the stake
I turned to walk away
That's when I heard her say
"You'd better be afraid of me, Cupcake!"

I stopped and glared into her startled face
Susie cringed as I stepped into her space
I smiled with hands on hips
Laughed at her trembling lips
Then calmly whispered, "Name the time and place."


March 6, 2022
Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser

On Henry's 8th Birthday

Today’s the day that Henry’s 8.
He’s growing fast; we’ll celebrate
And though I love each stretch and stride,
A little pang can’t be denied.

The baby in my arms I rocked
As lullabies my mind unlocked;
The pudgy toddler on my lap,
Preferring stories to a nap.

The music classes and the gym;
(Though climbing high was not for him.)
The times when we would say goodbye
And he would follow us and cry.

Before the tablet and the Switch,
Together times were sweet and rich.
To be with Henry, sharp and bright,
Was absolute and pure delight.

Of course, he’s still the greatest boy
Who brings me lots of deep-felt joy
But as the years add up, I see
There’s much less time and need for me.

It should be thus; I can’t complain
And our connection will remain.
Yet as I glimpse back to the past,
I feel like it’s gone by too fast.

Tater-Tot the Silly Skunk

There’s a little guy, who you may know,
He’s friendly, pudgy, and plump.
And he puts on quite a funny show,
When he plays he likes to hop and jump!

He’s mostly colored all black,
With a tail he can stick up and make fuzzy.
He has a white streak down the middle of his back.
Can you tell me, which animal is he?

Yes, he’s a skunk and his name is Tater-Tot,
And he lives right here at the zoo.
He loves to play and eat a whole lot,
But he’s not stinky and he can’t spray you!

He’s a mammal and an omnivore,
He eats all of his vegetables and meat.
But when he’s done, he always wants more!
And he always spills food cause he’s not very neat!

He’s up all night and he sleeps all day,
He’s nocturnal and can’t see very well.
He’s cute and cuddly and loves to play,
He may not stink, but boy can he smell!

Snowmen

Snowmen standing in the yard
Wearing our old hats and scarves.
Do you think it might get old
Just standing out there in the cold?

Snowmen standing in a line
When it’s cold then they are fine.
When it’s warm they shed the pounds
Pooling water all around.

Snowmen standing in a row.
Spring is near but they don’t know.
Soon the weather will be warm
And they will lose their pudgy form.

Snowmen melting in the yard.
We pick up our hats and scarves.
Don’t be sad, be of good cheer.
We’ll see them again next year.

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