Short Cow Dung Poems

Short Cow Dung Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cow Dung by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cow Dung by length and keyword.


Poor Poop

swallows the old rat
Poor Poop eats the swimming frog
cow-dung for salad

the Poor Poop's show off
who is really boring?
zero romance time
Form: Senryu


The Indian Giver Love Bandit

He promised to love me forever
Then again he was just being clever
He took back his love
So I gave him a shove
Headfirst in cow dung-my endeavor!





** for Indian Giver contest
  sponsored by(Destroyer ((Poet
© Deb Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Rideing Like the Wind

i remember bicycling many miles,the sun on my face and the gentle breeze about my sweaty
body,cooling,my heart pounding in my ears as i ascended those monster hills
the taste of salt from the sweat,the comraderie,the smells of fresh grass or cow dung.i
still hear the clicks of the pedals and clasps.oh how i miss it since my disabling stroke
Form:

Majhi

His village
is 
a plantation 
of privations,
where 
a variety of
sorrows grow.

Love
like corn 
lives
within 
a pale cover. 

Pain
is buried
in the furrow 
of misery.


Moneyless Majhi 
plods miles
with 
his stiff spouse 
on his shoulder.

Here
to live
is to burn
like dried cow dung.

First printed in The Literary Hatchet

Premium Member Cow Pie

There's a cow pie in the yard.
So what do you think?
Is it bull?

(Cow pie is American slang for cow dung & "bull" is the
abbreviated form of a vulgar word meaning something foolish
or useless. Anyway, it's a play on words that I hope translates
ok for the non native English speakers here)

For Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest on Quinzaine Poems
and now for PD's "any poem under 5 lines #1" - Poetry Contest
Form: Haiku


Kiwi Napham

KIWI NAPHAM THE KIWI FARMER GAGGED A BIT , THE METHANE SHOWER IGNITED IT, THE CIGGY BUTT IT FLASHED FOR SURE, ENGULFING HIM IN A TINY ROAR, HOLY SUFFERING KIWI TWIT! NAPHAM METHANE COWSHIT SWORE, MELTED INHIBITION'S OTHER DOOR, SPRUNG FROM HIS OVERALLS, DEPLORED, THE TASTE OF FRESH COW-DUNG, FRAGRANT COW IN BULLING TUNE, MOUnTED HIM THE SMOKING LOON, FACE DOWN IN THE MUD RIGHT SOON, HE SWORE BUT BIT HIS TONGUE. Don Johnson kIWIS ARE NEW ZEALANDERS
Form: Ballad

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