Rotter Poems - Poems about Rotter

...One day while fishing Noah feels a tug upon his rod, “I think I’ve caught a fish!” he yells, “Please, let it be a cod!” He pulls his rod and reels his line to see what’s on the hook. Then leans to......Read the rest...

...I’m upset with smug Peter Pig Who’d promised we could dance a jig But spies my bent trotter Gets nasty - the rotter I call him an ignorant prig! I’ve got a disability But nothing ......Read the rest...

...Blemished She lives with dishonour; Besmirched With hate, she’s surrounded Broken-down Her fate was thrown into darkness. She is the mother of evil A scum-bag of a woman A lowlife A rotter......Read the rest...

...I would write you words that would make you smile Of meadows and may flies and a love that lasted I would sing songs of beauty that would you, beguile If I weren’t such a miserable bastard. And......Read the rest...

... Dearest cherished oceans of the deepest blue..... No, oh, no....I may not even visit you! I cry to God's awesome skies, To awaken people to all the lies. Seagulls.....see me wave to them......Read the rest...

...I’ve been called an inequity spotter (although some will just call me a “rotter”). Names are biased for sons: yours and mine — everyone’s. I propose to make JohnSON — JohnDAUGHTE......Read the rest...

...Will the human race actually feel triumphant with the extinction of our African elephant, why don’t humans believe it’s preposterous that Earth only homes two hundred Rhinoceros, I being a ......Read the rest...

...Judging a book by its cover Sitting on the bus not knowing where to look, Lady in the seat in front engrossed in her book Woman in seat opposite glances then looks away Upon realising that the ......Read the rest...

...Your walk brings a crisis reaching a river awfully wide can't jump this you say wish I'd taken that ride Too late for that now must find faith to lift myself to the other side glad it's not ......Read the rest...

...Hot Air The name of that wind is Satana It’s hot and it’s dusty and dry, Don’t call the wind Santa Ana In error, for that is a lie. Saint Ann the mother of Mary Is remembered in so man......Read the rest...

...Beneath Australia’s expansive sunlit sky, I recall the patchwork quilt, where my life began 12 provinces united, one country created; uniformity resists when anthems unite the parochial clan From st......Read the rest...

...OK another adventure in the mad poet’s life, This occurred just before I met Jane, my imaginary wife. Jane’s brother, Glen had set me up with a blind date He said the girl was a stunner, I could n......Read the rest...