Scout Poems | Examples

Two's Company - Scout's Honour

"At my bitter wits' end,"
was her mutter.
"Both of them?"
facetiously, I did utter.
"I'm beside myself,"
emotionally, she cried.
"A split personality,"
jokingly, I replied.
"No, I am but one,
and all tangled up I've become,"
instantly, her rebuff.
"At a loose end then?"
I questioned, off the cuff.
"Tied up in knots, more like it,"
in distress, her response.
"Prepared, like a Boy Scout, I'll be your undoing,"
I observed, feigning nonchalance,
"Give the word, and then, who knows,"
hopeful, I had half a chance,
she heard me suggestively propose.

Rather Chewy a Girl Scout

Rather chewy a Girl Scout
  cookie, laden
with coconut and chocolate
    nipped, directly
from the fridge
      chipped teeth
would not be delicious
so either wait for a Girl Scout
  cookie, to thaw
or oh dear me
    and
  bless her heart
microwave the Girl Scout
    treat, add
wholesome milk
  or
diet coke, with bits
    of ice, suffice
it to say
a Girl Scout’s
  rather nice

The Grouch and the Girl Scout

Charming child, your apple cheeks
give an appearance which bespeaks
of girlish innocence.
I have ten dollars and ten cents -
Now that you have gained my trust,
do with me what you must.
Sell me cookies, 'lil booger,
and kill me with loads of sugar.

black ant scout finds my sugar

Today a black ant ran out of my C and H sugar bag
She was old, determined, mission-minded, a real hag
Trailing my sugar back to her well-attended ant nest
Ultimate scout, showing the way to my bag to the rest.

The Falsest Forecast

Mark’s bold forecasts were greeted with doubt
One of his hearers braving “Get out!”
Not just saying it: An exploded shout!
He’d seen, Mark with a bottle of stout,
A celebrant’s gulp and a drunk’s pout…

“Drunkard, no plant does well in harsh drought,
Just as no laborer with a gout.”

But - God! - What force had made him come out!
Hunger for the fame gods talk about
As things all men could do without,
Warning that taking it far rules flout
And whoever does “Consummate lout…
 
Ben Mark who would other’s views tout,
Letting his lips take on a pig’s snout.
He had the forecast heard from a scout
And now must beat others in a bout…

Some folk is ready for own forecast,
The farmers present for its broadcast
About Ben Mark he could still clout
For wanting to farms hurt and yield rout:
“This week, Mark shall be an outcast
On Earth as forecaster miscast.”

Girl Scouts Favorite Flower

fresh and aromatic were her newest flowers
miniature daisy stamens within daisies
in ombre' too, fascinatingly innocent
no wonder you are the favorite flower of girl scouts
and Juliette Low

A Wandering Scout

Overwhelmed rover
Yet I am not anywhere
Some days will be there

Though I am somewhere
Fighting thorns to discover
That thrones be conquer

Boy Scout

A tenderhearted lad from Schenectady
Gave his elbow to an elderly lady
Helping her across the street,
While never missing a beat
Leaves her happy in a better spot shady.

Written May 18, 2022

A Mean Scout

He was a Mean Scout,
This showing with a pout, 
His Upper Lip and The Lower out:
Just finer than a pig’s snout!

He was a Coarse Scout,
Readiness showing for a bout, 
With knees at the mercy of gout;
An eagerness to a rival rout!

But should a well-groomed scout 
The slogans of The Rash tout;
An integrity leave in doubt;
Shoulders rub with a lout…

Sacrosanct rules of scout
Flippantly flout?

Visiting Our Daughters Girl Scout Camp In Tennessee

We will visit your Girl Scout camp we promised our daughter.
Headed down to Tennessee on a Saturday morning like we ought’er.
Arrived around six a.m. thinking the campers would be awake.
No one was around in the empty buildings, for goodness sakes!

Where are they? My husband asked. It’s a ghost town here.
We finally drove around the camp honking until we heard “oh, dear!”
It was our daughter’s voice. She did not say it with cheer.
What is wrong? Asked a bunkmate. “My parents are here!”

We were asked to come back at a decent hour.
Which surprised us. No one had had a bath or a shower.
We came back at noon wearing our umbrella rain hats.
Your parents are hilarious! Said the founder, Miss Pats.

Boy Scout Camp Fires

When I was a young lad
I was a boy scout
We went once a month
On a camping trip
With our father
Coming along.

Once we went 
On a camping trip
Along Stinson beach
In Marin County.

We had a campfire
On the beach
A real bonfire
Welcomed 
In the chilly night air

Fond memories
Of being a boy scout
50 years later.

I am proud
That I was a boy scout
In some quarters
In the hyper-liberal bay area,
Of the late 60s and 70s

Boy scouts were denounced
As being nothing 
But training camps
For the fascist overlords
Of the universe.

But I disagree
And am glad
I was a boy scout.

Always regrated
Never becoming 
An eagle scouts.

Skilled Evasion

Fly in the kitchen wiping its feet
Spreading germs for anyone to eat
In charges the dog on hearing a buzz
Hunting and chasing as a canine does

Snapping his teeth with persistent chase
New game to play at a sprightly pace
Jumping high his head flitting fast
Senses alert no barks did he blast

Evading capture the fly flits by
Snap goes the dog with another try
Picture that scene few more times
Stanza less of near repeated lines

A precision snap he caught the fly 
Spits it out and it's still alive
Along the floor it staggers and wiggles
Almost drowns from doggy goo dribbles

Went to remove it but wasn't there
Maybe hiding, could be any where
Set to cleaning as dog settled down
Vacuumed in case fly body laid around

Suddenly from nowhere flying in the air
Wings now wonky but didn't seem to care
Through an open window flying swiftly out
Skilled in evasion - an ace flying scout.

      27.11.20

Boy Scout

He raced confidently forward.
The adults seemed indifferent.
I had tripped and the hard fall 
knocked me unconscious.

He turned me over and grabbed 
the belt around my waist.
With man-strength he lifted me, 
forcing air into my lungs.

I stood, wiping dirt from my face 
and dusting off my clothing. 
I dabbed a few bleeding scratches
And shoved my hair behind my ears.

The adults went about the chores 
they’d been performing.

I was seven. He was twelve.
My hero. My brother.

There Once Was a Girl Scout

There once was a girl scout named Daisy
She was just a little bit crazy
She ate magnets for lunch
They went down in a bunch
Luckily she was not at all lazy

But You Have Never Been a Scout

“But you have never been a scout, " she said.
“Yes,” I agreed, “but I know these woods, and I will do a terrific job.”

So she hired me as her scout.
I showed her the layout of my bank, and we peeked at my eggs.

I have to incubate them tomorrow, I warned her
So I will have to have tomorrow off.

She could see that she had hired the right kingfisher 
When I took her to see the bee-eaters, 
mot mots, todies and ground rollers.

It was unfortunate when Uncle Azure flew too hard at his tree and fatally injured himself, falling at her feet.

A friend of yours? She asked me.
“A relative,” I told her.

She hired me, and I showed her the kingfisher family
in Africa, Asia, and Oceania. 

She was amazed at our long pointed bills and long heads.
I was amazed that she wanted to give me paper as payment,
when I wanted bugs and invertebrates.

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