Short Petted Poems
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I was asked why I don’t pet alligators
Well, I replied
I petted one once
I petted one twice
Now I may need a hand
( The ABC's of what not to do )
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Every time
I believe
That my heart can NEVER
Be broken again
An animal
Like the snow white cat
Even now lying on my porch
Proves me wrong
By such a simple thing
As to purr at me
When I petted her
As she lay dying
Form:
Kermit and Ms. Piggy rendezvous
Kermit hopped his way to Miss piggy's sty
in need of comfort, he wanted to do the sly
they shot the bull
and petted the wool
when time to fete, Kermit was short of pork pie
connie pachecho
4/16/17
Dog demands attention and food.
Loves to be petted.
Rolls around on the floor like a pig in slop.
Legs in the air.
My husband claps.
I clap.
Her one trick.
She is the only baby who still lives with us.
The perils of being in our sixties.
Peter Pumpkin petted pink panthers' paws
Plastering purple push pins on pissed poetess
Producing panic in preheated porridge pot...
***Entry for Gwendolen’s "Big Kid Tongue Twister” contest***
(My friends still display a twisted and frozen smile... LOL!!! so the pie's for me)
Anna fell in love with a Pterodactyl
They pecked and petted in a reflex tactile
She laid a big egg
In my duffel bag
And I found my grandson in a projectile
Soft meow's
silent footsteps
"cautious"
as her tail wags
swaying back and forth
quiet purrs
muttered
rising hairs
lay down
when petted
lap cuddling
body rubs- galore
feeling comfortably
"loved"
she stretches her paws
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12/7/2022
Come one, come all, down to the Candy Cat Paw!
The most fabulous kitty store in old Arkansas.
We have Animal Twists and Meow Mix too.
Mom and Dad, there are kitties waiting for homes with you.
They are being weighed and petted around.
We’ll sell them to you cheaply, by the pound.
Come one come all, down to the Candy Cat Paw!
Sugar mice are free, down in old Arkansas
Keith brought his dog to the party.
He was tired of choosing women to like.
He was the worst judge of them.
His two ex-wives were proof of that.
Pug ran up to Ella and put his head on her knee.
She reached down and petted him. She seemed gentle.
He had always gone for wild women.
Keith walked over to apologize for his dog’s brazenness.
They had an instant connection.
Inspired by Beatles' song: "Leave My Kitten Alone"
(Recently edited. The last line got left off.)
You petted her, then got bitten.
Who said you could touch my kitten?
She doesn’t like you, can’t you see?
She’ll only roll her ball with me!
Your cat nip won’t even tempt her.
Back off. Take that stuff away, sir.
Buster, "leave my kitten alone."
Go and get a cat of your own.
I can see him on the streets of gold,
being petted by every one
Buddy never met a stranger on earth
His little short dashound legs able to run freely with no pain
Big Daddy and Mawmaw are feeding him
from their table, lamb chops, cream, fried chicken
The best there is to be had.
He has a fluffy warm pillow-bed and
A pure gold collar with mixed studded jewels.
Jesus loves him this I know.
They long to be catered, treated, and trimmed.
They are like mortals hungry for manicures;
Like house pets pleading to be petted.
Many lawns are in a state of harm,
hindered by downpours of rain.
They envy the flowers and trees,
who have escaped a late freeze.
But they are endowed with patience.
They know that it won't be long now
before they will grace the properties
and wave gingerly as the cars rush by.
I have a soul of a tiger
Ferocious and yet kind
When dared a pure avenger
When petted meek and mild
And within my stripes I hide
Elusive and yet visible
The hunger in my soul provide
Path thru the invisible
Though hunted to extinction
I will surely survive
My love is an addiction
Which even the dead revive
02/05/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Kristen’s , ‘If I was an animal, what would I be?’ contest
He's known as Merlin the Magic Cat.
What can we say about that?
He visits old folks in need of a friend
and comforts all those who are on the mend.
His purring is magic; his meow is sweet.
He loves being petted and waits for a treat.
He brings about laughter while chasing his toy.
He's the resident cat and always a joy.
Sept 30 2022
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A dog for Sale,
A man who lived in a castle came over a scruffy
dog that belonged to Gypsies who lived under
canvas. The man took pity on the dog and paid
ten euros for it. The dog was groomed got its own
bed to sleep in and was petted; alas, the dog was
not impressed as it had been sold before.
When Gypsies left, they are always on the move,
the dog followed them, leaving behind the castle,
the bed and a puzzled man.
(This is a fictional poem)
When I was born, I was in a lot of trouble.
I suffer from immune deficiency so I have to live in a bubble.
I've never kissed a girl or even petted a cat.
This bubble feels like prison and I really hate that.
I'm unable to be happy even though I try.
Other people have found happiness, why can't I?
Sometimes I want to leave my bubble so that it will kill me.
I'm so lonely that I cry because I'll never be free.
Freedom turquoise sky, golden wings and me
We are utterly delightfully unencumbered
Loved for ourselves
Admired
Petted
As we float happily on the golden wings
of happiness, sheer enthusiasm and joy
softly float precariously close to our best
friend tree, a twinkly, sparkly, tree of greenness and fun.
A quirky, tree, who has befriended me
And loved me
And taken care of me
Like the wind
Also free and
Fabulous!
I come back often.
To be admired and loved.
My next door neighbour
Is out walking his dog
He carries baked goods
His wife had baked early
He cones to my door
Then rings my doorbell
With his dog by his side
When the door opens
The dog rushes inside
Right into the kitchen
Then rushes back to the
front door
I greet her pet her and speak
I know that she wants a treat
She eats the treat quickly
She sits and waits for more
Then comes to me to be petted
I pet her while speaking
Then they leave for home
You cannot exist unless you have a gun
This is the Midwest
You might want to kill a deer
Or an enemy
Or an enemy’s kin
Or an annoying grouse
Get your gun
Let’s practice shooting
We can shoot out windows
Or doors
Or people’s cars
This is the Midwest, we will be forgiven
Everyone has a gun
We all wanted to be sheriffs back in the day
No one will worry or call us thugs
We will be “good old boys”
Petted and loved,
Admired for our viciousness
There is a squirrel
Kill that.