Short Cub Poems
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In April, the Chicago Cubs almost always play Scrappy ~
Come late July, their 'S's' fall off and then they play Crappy
baby bear comes back
playing around in the trees
scratched bark and bear hugs
Heidi Sands
7/19/22
* This is the second time since the wildfire, the cub has been around without a mother.
She held on for the sake of her cub.
Who held on with her for many days.
The iceberg got smaller and smaller.
She knew her cub would not make it.
She tossed him into the ocean first.
Joining him at the bottom soon after.
Glad it was over.
Hey fox cub whaur will ye play the day?
The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold
leaf hiding youngsters like you from harm
.Dinae wander far frae yer den .siblings and mother,
stay close little one theres a storm coming.
(c)Andrew Mcintyre.
Business has been a little slow
But my wife really wanted to go out to eat,
wanted to go for a real treat,
Started to worry, become a little mental
My wife wanted to go the club continental
Then I felt a little frustration
So I took her out to the local bus station
Limerick: Once a Mom Tigress spurned her lame-born cub
for Commandant Cousteau’s son
Once a Mom Tigress spurned her lame-born cub
Wild Life Champ admitted cub to his club
Took cub under his wing
Till she could wildly spring:
Club members now learn to swing the knobbed club.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Like the leopard
which not a spot can change
or zebra their stripes a-one
a mother's love
for her tiger cub
in winter snow
or summer sun
may never be undone
but when out tiger hunting
in all kinds of weather
far from the calm of an ashram
for bait a goat is often tethered
its fate... a sacrificial lamb
There once was this gal – much older
And I being young but bolder
Took hold of her hand
Said I am your man
But she gave me the old cold shoulder
Now I – being not a quitter
Thought how am I going to get her
I must make her mine
The very next time
My parents get a baby sitter
Written - 6/19/11 by mdailey
For Dr. Mehta's contest - Cougar Effect
My curvy bouncy young mum bump
Of unjoy pump by punk guy jump
You wormy crony cuckoo cyborg of my numb womb grow
My ovum mock your wrong grown coup
Go mourn by of onyx orgy you grow
From crummy mob of gory cum you bourn
No cub run cry mummy for you my young unborn
No young curvy bouncy puppy boy by norm
Upon gun my coy gown for fun won
Now burn or bury my crow cow born
Too blind to play baseball
Too soft for football
Too slow for basketball
No future in sports at all
Those who can't do, teach
Those who can't teach, announce
He broadcast games for the White Sox and Cubs
When he wasn't out tapping a keg in a pub...
A microphone in one hand
A can of Bud in the other
Harry Caray, the fans' favorite
Every beer guzzler's brother
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*Budweiser Beer