Short Mole Poems
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Hipperity hipperity hop
bunny so full he could pop
squeezes down his hole
bumping into mole
who gave his ear a sound wop
Secret eyes popping
like hidden ears peeping
while silent words are seeping
from cunning mouths propping.
November 10, 2022
In one labor of Star-nosed Moles
Traveled a slower toothless cow
The last in line, all that she sees
Is sore gums and molasses now!
My Grass and Mole Cricket
My grass is being killed by mole cricket,
Even beneath my fence that is a picket;
Grass is dying;
We are crying;
Do wish there is way that we can lick it.
Jim Horn
When he hit the ball onto the green
That was the last time that it was seen
They lifted the pole
And there in the hole
Was a mole where the ball should have been
© 1/04/2013 ~GG~
Show me The Funny part 2
Beaver, mole or platypus? It waddles like all three.
I watch the creature scoot along, wild, weird and free.
If she pauses along the way to leave some tiny eggs down
I will call her Platte City Platypus, named for my uncle’s town.
The mole is hidden
I'll say not where,
But you won't see it,
Don't bother to stare.
Very few know of it,
It's a secret you see
And if you find it
You really know me.
Don't try to guess
For I won't say.
The mole is hidden,
Hidden away.
My imagination skipped a beat
Swallowed hard, spun around
Tried to find answers in the woods
The trees were silent
Would a gnome come out?
A mouse?
A ground hog?
I sat on a rock and pondered for an hour.
Watching the mole hole door like a hawk.
Nothing came out sadly.
behold i’m a troll
being an imposter my goal
besides i’ve no role
behind these screens rots my soul
beating back into my hole
Dedicated to the coward/s that tried
to sabotage Edward Ibeh’s ‘(this or
that) contest.
By David Kavanagh
Many hard battles King Billy fought
ere he fell from his horse at Hampton Court.
No enemy's musket laid him low,
no cannon ball , no swordsman's blow.
A hoof of his horse got caught in a hole,
the work of a lowly burrowing mole.
On the Emerald Isle some raise a toast
to this notable victory of the least o'er the most.
The mole and the vole, went out for a stroll
For the moon was all shiny and bright.
Happily chatting, unaware of the flapping
As the incredulous owl now took flight.
Too late they saw the oncoming claw
So enraptured they were by the moon,
The mole and the vole, poor little souls.
Their demise, it came all too soon.
mole was digging and digging and digging some more.
moon finally asked him “Are your claws not truly duly sore?”
they sure are, said mole, “But what can I do?”
“I would use a gardening tool called a hoe,” said Luna Lu.
the hoe was handy, a sweet tool, a nice little digger
mole then tried out a spade, for it was decidedly bigger.
finally went for a shovel, but did not get to China that day.
maybe tomorrow he told himself, for it is Wednesday.
In my Pearl observed a hole:
The Hidden black of a mole;
From that day ceased to be whole,
From that hour A Big Charcoal
I should not give my prized soul
Or, else, smell not my set goal,
Play not a cherished clean role
Nor body support on firm sole...
In Pearl spotted a clear hole
For which folks I give a pole...
Pearl might fish catch: a full shoal
But won't out a quarter dole:
Feared men seek to ride like foal...
The Hidden Black of a Mole.
Mole would have been a gardener,
but he just couldn’t see.
He was consigned to dig and dig
and wander aimlessly.
But then a woodland faerie
popped him upon the snout,
gave him a bulbous brownish thing,
told him to let it sprout.
She said, when you can feel the shoots,
then cut it into chunks,
and bury them deep in the ground,
and wait a couple months.
He didn’t quite believe her,
but much to his surprise,
that idaho did start to grow,
and now he’s got his eyes.
Hail President Whack a Mole
He does it with TREMENDOUS soul
Whack there National Security Admin Mr Flynn
Lying is one TREMENDOUS sin
Whack a bulls eye on FBI Comey
With all that loyalty baloney
Whack the ole Press Secretary Spicer
Chip Chop like a speed dicer
Whack the Chief of Staff Reince
Little rat leakier to Pence
Whack the little new Chief of Staff
Scaramucci kind of riff raff
I am one of the great presidents of all time
Wac a mole Making America shine
I hide inside where it is safe,
put up a wall that you can't break.
So hard and thick this wall I've built,
from years of hurt and worthless guilt.
But you, you sneaky little mole,
you've found a crack, you've found a hole.
Seeping slowly I'll let you in,
To my safety net within.
Once inside you must beware,
I am fragile handle with care.
If you ever hurt me know,
to the other side you will go.
I'll patch that hole, I'll patch that crack,
and you will never make it back.