Short Mother Hubbard Poems
Short Mother Hubbard Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mother Hubbard by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mother Hubbard by length and keyword.
She can line a cupboard
Better than Mother Hubbard,
And OH Yes! I say,
She can cook gourmet --
Offers sister kinship,
the salt and savor,
of anyone's friendship.
when shelves are bare,
Old Mother Hubbard…
when bread, butter and eggs
only find themselves
on a politician’s spread,
will we still believe
what the Jedi says?
1/13/2022
I slipped helplessly from womb
To dresser drawer – a cradle
That opened and shut like a tomb
Held my cries
Instead of arms
Closed my eyes
With Red Riding Hood lies.
Embryo of spiritual evolution
Caught between shelves of confusion
Hungry child
With tongue of fire
Born of anguished desire
With Mother Hubbard defiled.
Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard and found it bare!
She laughed and said, "Fiddle-dee-dee! What do I care!
I'll jes git some of them food stamps from old Uncle Sam,
And me and my dog will have us a heap of taters and ham!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Hey Soupers! Join me in having a little fun "parodyzing" nursery rhymes!
Little Boy Blue,please cover your nose
You sneezed on Miss Muffit and ruined her clothes
You sprayed Mother Hubbard and now she is sick.
You put out the fire on Jack's candlestick.
Your sneeze is the reason why Humpty Dumpty fell
You drenched Yankee Doodle when he came to town.
The Blind Mice are "angry"
The sheep are upset
From now on use tissue so no one gets wet.......
Piggy Piggy by the score
Chicken Little's peckin' more
Duck and cover on the floor
Wolves are knockin' at the door
Mother Hubbard kept the score
Little Piggy's packin' more
Struts and ruts upon her floor
Wolves are bustin' thru the door
Chicken Little knows the score
Wolves are comin' back for more
Piggy parts upon her floor
Mother Hubbard's out the door
Barren and cold but never sold
waiting for something to fill up
it's yearning need.
Empty but deep needing someone to keep
it warm and tender to it's needs
while it rests on it's knees.
Like old Mother Hubbard, it always stays covered
hollow and bare, just wanting a stare
to keep the solitude at bay
Just wanting to be warm, wanting another storm
to stop the drought of feeling
like this.
Season of the Virus
The seasons shift as storms blow in,
falling leaves, thick as thieves, very bad men.
dawn rises early to watch the sun fall fast,
winded trees, blowing things away from the past.
Winter knows as the snowman blows first light then thick,
Old Mother Hubbard, empty cupboards, dying and sick.
Next seasons breeze an unavoidable sneeze, a virus sets in,
hot then cold, there's no one to hold, in lonliness my friend...
Tears in one's Beer
Over the 1 who got away
Are here to stay
So make hey while the sun shines
This may take a while
To find a replacement
That don't come in the basement
Bargain Bucket
Of lost property
Miss matches
That barely patch
The itch that scratches
The mess
Her left dress
Holds in fishmoth holes
On a coat hanger
Hanging in a cupboard
Old mother hubbard herself
Would view as empty
In a cemetery of regret
Time won't heal
Nor Seal