Short Pullet Poems
Short Pullet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pullet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pullet by length and keyword.
Uncle Scrooge had lost his wallet
He went mad and chased a pullet
He fell down the glen
Ended in cow pen
Mr.Scrooge had to bite the bullet
Categories:
pullet, fun, funny, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
The train, high-balling down the track
Could never keep up with ol' "Bullet"
For we all saw that he had the knack
To sweep Page off her feet - like a pullet!
Categories:
pullet, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
Crabo stirred up a hornet's nest
Called up Vespa for music fest
Vespa bit the bullet
Crabo braised a pullet
Faced the music they were so stressed
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
18 December 2014
Categories:
pullet, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Dust wraps him from his head to toe;
What more? - He's to bite the bullet,
For he's been busted by his foe;
Dust wraps him from his head to toe
And rusts his heart. Is that his flaw?
He clacks like a little pullet.
Dust wraps him from his head to toe;
What more? - He's to bite the bullet.
Chosen title: Bite the bullet
Nov. 1, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet - Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ebeh
Categories:
pullet, fate, life,
Form:
Triolet
When handed a stuffed pullet
looks like a stunned mullet
should I turn surly
in high dudgeon
please don't bludgeon
this old curmudgeon
and not to be outdone
altho' I am an only son
blame my parents
by all means
as I'm the result
of their poor genes
which run the gamut
of the spectrum
but I don't care one bit
not a jot nor give a sh*t
more politely put
I really couldn't render
a rodent's rectum
Categories:
pullet, animal, bird, fun, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
It was a sad day
a day darker than the dead of a night
a day of confusion
feet denied the adorning protection
what was meant for the feet became the burden of the hand
it was a race were baton can't be changed
the vulture having it's day
the pullet denied shelter
it was the survival of the fittest
souls crying to be saved
aftermath of death and agony
indelible it stuck on the walls
like wild gum on tree trunks
negligent of the kinsmen.
Categories:
pullet, confusion, death, sad, day, day,
Form:
I do not know?
I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
at Eaton Road,where he+Gran dwelt,
a wide thick trouser buckled belt
no collar,braces+rolled-up shirt sleeve
He kept hens at the bottom of his patch
his soldier's back now bent to stoop,
collecting eggs from his home-coop,
each day letting them out to root+scratch
Organically grown,fed as range free
a pullet killed as a Christmas treat
each day a fresh egg for dinner or tea
Old-fashioned,a bit of a tartar,
far-off days..Gran was his domestic martyr
Categories:
pullet, computer-internet, on work and working, day,
Form:
Sonnet