Short Pesky Poems
Short Pesky Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pesky by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pesky by length and keyword.
A page fell foul of the king
He played rude songs in a ring.
His bum was spanked red
Live frogs he got fed
He croaked each time he could sing.
Female skeeter singing for a favor
wanting my blood for her next caper
she's playing with fire
her future looks dire
joining others on my wallpaper.
8-23-17
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Addendum: Had to change the gender of the mosquito because found out only females bite!~Che :)
If everything were simple it would shape just like a brain,
And I’d take it out and look at it and never feel a pain,
And I’d pity poorer mortals who didn’t care if it were true,
For the clear and simple reasons that explained their shallow view,
And my life would be a pleasure with no pondering to annoy,
For there wouldn’t be a single loose end to tie up...
My pet wasp is called Sunny Jim
I captured this pet on a whim
He got out his stinger
And stung my friend’s finger
Pal Susie just cannot stand him!
Poor Susie lets out a loud howl
As Sunny Jim’s still on the prowl
I cannot deny
My 'pet' needs to die …
I smothered wasp Jim with a towel
Inspired by a crazy challenge set by an on line pal .. to write a poem about a pet wasp!
07/04/21
Oh you pesky sun
don't shine on me no more
let me wallow im my darkness
hide me from your warmth
I've tried to hide beneath my
covers
and have pulled my covers
tight
still there always seems to be
your rays that creep left and
right
Let me run icy cold, let my
pulse go sleep
let me writhe in agonizing
dreams
darkness hides the madness in
it I will lay
perhaps in this cloak of
shadows
I can finally forget your face
When you kill
An ant
do you stop and think
Does it come under
Extension
Of mercy. Am I placing myself on the brink
As the mercy we are given
Is the mercy
We have shown
I go through this
every year
When they try to invade my home
The ones I
Destroy with my own
Cruel hands
Behaving as an
Ogre
May God understand
I take
None of His works lightly
As I do what seems must be done
And as I snuff
Out there little lights
I always say,Sorry Hon
A bumpy toad jumped on my nose and refused to get off.
I tried to gross him out, much phlegm I garnered in a cough.
He was determined and held on tightly with his webbed toes.
I was irritated because after all, it is my own private nose.
Come help me! I yelled to a bat in the belfry below.
He came up and bit the toad on his middle little toe.
The toad bit him back, actually sliced off his head with his teeth.
I was really grossed out when I saw what was underneath.