Short Butcher Poems
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Brother, don't bother me
You butchered my heart
Because your name is Butcher
With my machete i shall march in your blood.
Lily is quite a looker
She dresses like a hooker
Dave made a mistake
Asking her for a date
Her husband is a bouncer named Butcher
I said
Igraine
You are a pain
You tittilated
the butcher
egg
sucking game
Don Johnson 16-july-11, Dr Ram's Septolet contest
Sheep Sleep
Lamb chop and Lilly
Seldom sees shelter
Butcher brings pot boil
8/02/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I’ve brought my flesh to sell
Where are you, butcher?
pick as much as you like
but leave skeletons for me
grandchildren will use them
Eve said than an apple a day
Will keep all the doctors at bay
The butcher and baker
Continued to make her
'Til Adam came home with some pay!
Her late husband was a fault-finder
And she wished that he had been kinder
But not her fault
She spilled the salt
When he caught his meat in the grinder!
A butcher named Richard McCall
Attended a naturist ball.
But at registration,
Due to refrigeration,
His name tag read "Dickie McSmall".
how often do we test the health of a president?
is the life of a president worth more to god than
that of a butcher, prisoner, carpenter or nursing home resident?
Butcher "If this is not the best beef you have ever had....I'll lick your toes!!"
Customer, "Well I know that it is not any good right now! I need my toes bathed!"
He said let's get married, be my wife
And we shall be happy all our life
But very soon I knew
That he hadn't a clue
So someone should hide the butcher knife.
There was a butcher from Elmsgate
Who drank every day to celebrate.
One tipsy day at the chopping block
He swung his cleaver ad hoc.
Now he knows just how to amputate.
Taunting phantoms butcher his coloured back,
Rivers of blood flow down the cruel chains;
Cries resound through the ruthless ship,
Waking Death from his peaceful slumber.
A female butcher who knew few borders
By accident caused several disorders
When not looking behind her
She backed into her grinder
And got a little behind in her orders!
A turkey named Betty who knew better,
Slipped and let a well known butcher get her
Her last day of living,
To be on Thanksgiving
But she was loved by all those who "et" her!
I always reckoned my butcher was batty,
With cryptic comments when he got chatty,
I was shaking my head,
when, with his wife he said,
I would like all of you to... meet Patty.
Angle of witches
Doom for passerby mortals
An orb signals their present
In a darkened end
He with a spiritual sight
Can watch them butcher their prey
Inspired by a horror movie
There was an old lady in York,
who danced with a butcher from Cork,
he stayed overnight -
she gave him a fright:
insatiable passion for 'pork'...
for Caren's 50 word or less contest
Good job to you, red piggy
I'll use you for good
My plan for you is big
For this Christmas.
Sorry, I'll butcher you now
I'll have to pay my loan debt
Anyway, I'll save you then after.
butcher meets teacher
poignant character study...
first Cannes Palme d'Or
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
My favorite butcher knew just what to do
When he sold me farm fresh noise makers for stew
Like the mooer and quacker
With the oinker and clucker
And those parts that make the cock-a-doodle-do
We all stood in the belly of the oak trees
Feasting on its intestines
I do not know if i was the oak tree
We feast on, brother..?
But assuredly, brother
You were the butcher
That battered my tap root.
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a Pub,
And how do you think they got there?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker,
They can’t remember to tell the truth
And to be honest they don’t really care
Form:
mongrels need a price for the deed,
the eye 4 eye interface,
swish of a pickhandle, felt 4 the deed,
down between the ears the place...
re: 'The Butcher of Canning Vale'
Harry J Horsman
Don
I certainly enjoy a delicious ham on rye ut
Yet my father used to shop often at the kosher butcher
There was one pretty woman there
Whom I felt really good about seeing
But she was married
Damn it!