Scarecrow Poems

Collecting All Manner of Things

Collecting all manner of things,
From battered old derbies to rings,
He still couldn’t find,
It stayed on his mind,
A three-legged scarecrow that sings.

Dorothy in the land of Oz

In a cyclone, Dorothy was swept,
To the land of Oz with a dog she kept,
There she killed a wicked witch,
They rejoiced she killed the b*tch,
Then she realised she was lost, she wept.

A good witch gave her a silver shoe,
To go back home, a Wizard has the clue,
So for the warlock, she searched.
A brain-hungry Scarecrow perched,
Near

The Scarecrow Speaks

I
saw a
tattered dark
useless scarecrow, 
in a large wheat field, where all flying birds
seemed to enjoy, resting on tattered arms.
Except children
who seemed to
greatly
fear.
But
once at 
night, I thought
I saw it move,
scared the guts out of my soul as I screamed.
”What are you screaming for, you wake the birds.”
Did I hear right?
I felt fear,
I ran
fast.

The Lonely Scarecrow

A hat of burlap, worn and frayed,
With buttons for eyes and a smile handmade.
His skin of cloth, stitched and worn,
His bones of wood, splintered and torn.

A shirt of plaid, its colors faded,
Stuffed with straw, his form created.
Sleeves hang loose with patches sewn,
A rustic figure, all alone.

He stands amid the winding rows,
Where shadows dance, and daylight

Scarecrow

We saw a decorative scarecrow.
He was outside a grocery store.
We are feeling friendly as him.
This fall,
We choose candy corn.
Along with pumpkin pie.
We normally don’t care about those things.
We are sitting on the wooden bench that is covered in raindrops.
We eat donuts.
Fall remembers how to have fun.
By letting its leave die.
It’s foggy in the morning.
We subconsciously

September Falls

Somewhere I hear Earth's ever ticking clock
Emptying the grains of Summers’ sandy seas
Parting from birds flying South in flocks
Time for leaves to fall from ancient trees
Eldritch bare branches stretch twisted in the cold
Memories like magic spells wafting on the breeze
Buoyant leaves flutter by in rich hues of red and gold
Energetic, pink cheeked, flannel shirt and

Miezer Man and the Scarecrow

I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone"
soou
leave me alone: I'll introduce
to you to my dad Miezzer.
So stringy is he
and I'll let you see: he's
so
cheap he waits for clothes to go
on sale at goodwill. he told a story
of aman who used a elk, deer and
moose to stem cell meat for cheep.
They only asked me was it

conjuring a scarecrow goblin

Mare, a seasoned witch with the dark ebony hair
Said I will teach you a spell, to her cousin Cher.
Cher tossed her wand around in the air.
Scarecrow goblin appeared right in front of Mare.

I thought I would teach you, Mare said to Cher.
But you are a true genius of a witch, I do declare!
Conjuring this scarecrow

Scarecrow

Straw for hair 
Charcoal nose
Awkward stare
Robotic pose
Emerald dreams
Carving my eyes
Red painted cheeks
Onyx cries
Wonderful at wind dancing

scarecrow call

Afraid for you to call
I careless
And stressed yes
Hello 
How are you
I'd never answer
I'd never
I'd never

dejected scarecrow

Dejected scarecrow sat on a prickly bale of hay.
Nothing went right he said on this horrible day.
A pumpkin nearby tried to cheer him up a bit.
But dejected scarecrow was determined to throw a fit.

Let’s look at the positives, a small voice said.
It was from the bowels of a grave of one long-dead.
The scarecrow got scared

The Scarecrow - Reprise

   He's straw for a brain
      unkempt terrain

   depends on witch thoughts
     cross his membrane

Corny, the Scarecrow

Corny, the scarecrow,
Was a fun and playful soul,
Stuffed with corn shucks,
And anchored to a long pole.

Corny, the scarecrow,
Is a creepy, daunting sort,
Made of last year’s crops,
Bathed in morning’s dewdrops,
He’s never had an escort.

There must have been some wonderful
In those overhauls he’s wearing,
Because when he put them on his form,
No other scarecrow was worth comparing.

Oh, Corny,

Scarecrow

Here i stand in my field all day trying to scare
The crows away.

But they just laugh and I think that's rude
The way they still get the food.

I have two straw arms and a straw face
But without legs I can't give chase.

With no voice I make no sound so the
Crows keep hanging around.

You see crows are

Scarecrow

Beethoveen boppying to the beat of a rhythmic flow.
Classified as most wanted.
Hop scotch jump ropping pro.
Treasure in it's cat.

People in it's horizon horizontally.
Pope's prediction was right.
For now go on
To pawn them good goodies.
Fragile are they.
Not at all gay.
Being who you thought I was connecting them dots ha.
Theodore theatre pinnacle.
Together again as one.

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