Short Crabby Poems
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Crabby Appleton Got His
Way Again!
There Was Nothing
I Could Do Without
My Thinking Cap.
-Gray Squirrel
05-24-2025
They say that the crab, is crabby,
but most days, the crab is happy,
into the shell,
oh, what the hell,
crabby comes out, and starts snapping
crabby crackpot craved credibility
draconian dilemma decreed deliberately
encouraging enthusiasm eventuality
feeling feckless and ferocious, frivolously
Put A Little
Passion-Fruit
In Those Kiwi's
And Bananas...
Crabby Apple-ton!
While The PAPA-ya
MAN-go Does The
Wango De-Tango!
-Gray Squirrel
06-29-2025
as the low tide sets
sand bubbler emerge burrow
quickly sifting grains
To the fish market she'd been fetchin',
Now her stomach linin' stretchin',
Must have been the crabs she ate,
Three crustaceans gone from her plate,
Now poor Grechin's rechin'.
Said contrary and crabby Miss Muffet
“Hey eight-legs! Kiss my bare Tuffet!”
From above and beyond, Charlotte dropped a fine line
And bit the old bag where the sun doesn’t shine…
For Andrea’s clerihew contest
creepy crabby Cruella was a cracking crackpot
criticizing creatures until they cringed on the spot
cruel and crosswise, Cruella earned exactly what she got
a crazy, crusty, crotchety old man who smoked yesterday’s pot
When wrinkles start appearing
Getting deeper by the day
With liver spots accruing
And the hair is going grey
The early morning aches and pains
A stomach growing flabby
The crows feet and the flatulence
No wonder you feel crabby
Cat Needs a Workout
Flabby
Tabby
Chat Cat
Gabby
Tabby
Grumpy Cat’s Relative
Crabby
Tabby
Cat with 9 Violent Lives
Scabby
Tabby
Cat with Raggedy Coat
Shabby
Tabby
Cat of the Convent
Abbey
Tabby
July 13, 2022
a crabby courtesan does not do well
when her meanness is seen by clientele
the one I knew named angry night crawler Nell
was so grouchy, she was a very hard sell
the Madame found her a new place to dwell
No one knows what happened to nasty old Nell
WET POOCH
Soggy
Doggy
A SLEEPY BEAGLE
Droopy
Snoopy
PEDIGREED DOG
Real Fine
Canine
NOISY LITTLE ANKLE-BITER
Yipper
Nipper
A DACHSHUND WITH A SHINY COAT
Sheeny
Weeny
A COURAGEOUS DACHSHUND
Moxie
Dachsy
A DISGRUNTLED LABRADOR RETRIEVER
Crabby
Labby
he is snappish, waspish, crusty too
also cranky, my great grandpa Lou
people’s ideas make him dour
even to grandma, he is quite sour
we wonder what made him this way
he’s a grumpy grouch who does not play
I never met his mother Lily Sue
but I have heard she was depressed and blue
The ancient Gods – Hades, Zeus, Jupiter, Poseidon did not know what to do.
They could not control the goddesses, and this made them crabby and blue.
The Goddesses laughed at their “master’s confusion. Let me laugh here.
In feminine “collusion” they made these whipped call them honey and dear.
I can tell that the stars are unhappy
and I know why the moon's acting crabby
‘cause they know you won't call
And it's bothering us all
I'm sorry that I behaved badly
The day won't go on without you
The clouds have been crying all day
I've expressed my regrets
please forgive and forget
‘cause even Alexa's gone wacky
C r a z y Cate just had a
C-section. Crabby, she
couldn’t control her moods.
Catatonic one night,
careless me stole her cloaks!
Can’t I be cutely flawed?
Couch became my man cave.
*Not for contest, just for fun*
Date Written: August 25, 2016
The way that you’re crying,
You sound like you’re dying…
You can’t get enough of that food!
And then, when I feed you,
You say, “I don’t need you!”
And you’re in another bad mood!
Stop trying to bite me!
I think that you might be…
A little too cruel and crabby!
No matter what I say,
I’ll adore you anyway!
You’ll always be my love, Tabby!
Reputation is what others say about us, character is what we know about ourselves. Don’t be enslaved by what others say about you—Robert N Gorelick
Cat Lady Be Mine
Tall and svelte, kind and discrete
Lovely single cat lady strolls up my street
Some folks are just crabby
I love you and your tabby!
Cat lady be mine and life shall be sweet
There is a certain way to say "honey" that is in no way sweet.
A mean, cranky, crabby, put-you-down sort of way.
I did not know this until today.
When I heard a teacher using “honey” incorrectly.
Not an endearment the way she said it.
The whole class was listening.
I wonder if she calls her honey “honey” in this way.
I have always steered clear of her.
This practice will not change.
Never once, did she complain
She was always happy
Joked around and had fun
Very rarely was she crabby
Sat in her wheelchair
Day after day
Found out she had cancer
Wondered how much longer she'd stay
She fought everyday
Until she passed away
Now she's in a better place
For angel took her to heaven to stay
She will be missed
By family and friends, too
Now no longer in pain
Because it's finally through.
7/28/14
Adjectival expansion:
describing the resident
of the Executive Mansion:
I give you, the President …
mean, obscene,
rotten, misbegotten,
rough-hewn, jejune,
numb, dumb,
rude, lewd,
sadistic, hubristic,
orange-dyed, red-tied,
frightful, spiteful,
greedy, weedy,
grim, dim,
crabby, flabby,
freely-swearing, diaper-wearing,
furious, incurious,
sallow, shallow,
benighted, indicted,
painted, tainted,
addicted, convicted.
Who lives here? Asked Crabby Hat, a magical cat.
She had turned herself tiny like an overgrown gnat.
I hope it’s a juicy mole, a tasty vole or a chewable rat
Said her sister, a big eater, Miss Tabby Brat.
It’s just an old troll, said an interloper who had been spying.
He is not fond of cats at all, unless they are dying.
Crabby Hat and Tabby Brat got big and faded up and away.
I guess you got rid of two more said the troll who was gray.
your(my) breath in break
Your(my) heart in beak
Our eyelids blink blink
Though the light of noon
We are blind
Totally blind
Ease and bless
For our souls
But crabby mad
For our minds
So that
That crack we call love
We call love
We need love
We shout love
Whispering love
Smiling love
Crying love
Sing for love
Dreaming love
Fight for love
Live for love
Die for love
Love for love
Life for love
Love for life
And all that
Crack
You call
I call
We call
Love
Halloween Moon Crabs
A tide rises to leave behind hundreds of tossed colourful halloween moon crabs to stroll
Craving social connections like homeless souls furtively hunting their unsown roots
Celtic calendar hides matronly lunar freeing guised children and bodiless souls
Five more years for the halloween moon, till then crabby purple claws in orange suits
October10, 2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Form: Quatrain
in june,the lady bugs dance and hugs mean so much more
the ladies dance,score,the floor melts from shoe work
quircky crabby men in some bin of county work,folklore poke.
dropey answers,these thoughts be cancer,whats the matter still?i am an envious
poet of the nothing news,and i got rhymes,table of content skills and west wind
pills.oh,bell,aireborn virus,why oh why us,make em understand,a poems in
hand.theres nothing to do till money comes through.