Short Raccoon Poems
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No offense, one kid says.
But school lunch’s meat tastes like raccoon droppings.
Why would that be offensive? I wonder.
The raccoon is a burglar …
There’s no door he can’t unlatch.
Baby hand-prints in the butter?
You can bet Raccoon’s found that!
Depression is...
Paralyzed within
Silent screams through prison bars,
The raccoon smiles.
©Deborah burch
12/4/2016
Haiku
Here lies John Raccoon Charms
Who laughed at wife’s fat arms.
Written 4-24=-2019
Contest: An Epitaph to make us Laugh
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
moist raccoon remnants
freshly murdered this morning
by a passing car
wild knows wild
a turkey buzzards sweet feast
tasty road kill stew
Roco Roco Raccoon
kept a friend,
'cause he wouldn't steal;
Roco Roco Raccoon
kept a friend ,
'cause he wouldn't squeal!
Copyright McCuen 2009
On this sunniest clear day of a lovely afternoon,
I just seen a dog riding in a car barking at a raccoon,
All while I am feeling absolutely over the moon.
there is a gang of raccoon
who run in the land of rangoon
every night they get wasted
because of booze taste tested
for they live under the floor of a saloon
Cat is underfoot
Dog is in my lap
Here come raccoon
Pitter Pitter Pat Pat
Dog chases the raccoon away
Gives it lots of crap.
Cat is happy
Cat is in my lap.
A thing by the window of my bedroom
ate from our pet's bowl by light of the moon.
So W T F was that?
It sure was not our cat..
I was chasing away a sneaky raccoon.
downcast, downtrodden, down-in-the-mouth house
not perky enough for a raccoon or a mouse
was passed over quickly by Lee Ann’s spouse
Buying this monstrosity would make him a louse.
Purple raccoon decided to plan a surprise party.
He asked me for my advice, all hale and hearty.
Then I discovered it was for me, he is no smarty.
Is it a surprise? I asked. He nodded. A surprise party.
NIGHT VISITOR
that comical face
watching me – so unconcerned
while tabby looks on
a bandit raccoon
eating with his tiny hands
while tabby looks on
empty kibble bowl
every morning at dawn
tabby just looked on
a murdering cat
yowled in the middle of night
he gave me a fright
it sounds like a growl
could it have been a raccoon
I hide under my bed
a fight now for sure
I begin to shake in fright
animals scare me
Crocodile picked up the fiddle and began to play
Rabbit and raccoon began dancing a jig right away
Other animals came up to the bayou to have a sing
By the time night fell, New Orleans jazz music was in full swing.
Howling
The wolf chants
Music, song
Victory
In the hunt
Boastfully
Claiming rights
To the kill.
I wonder
What tonight
Raccoon,fox
Mole or mouse
Did it share
Enjoy all
Or eat all
Excluding
All the rest.
red cardinal visit
our daughter is delighted
less thrilled about coon
country lifestyle
invites and welcomes creatures
raccoon quite at home
cat observes from chair
prissily sits on high ground
communing both
Our stuffed animal, Marcus
rarely, if ever, barks at us
While our octopus, sultry Sadie
has better arms than Tom Brady
And our favorite raccoon, Cameroun
grins when stars tickle the moon
There once was an off-key raccoon
Joined a feat and barked out of tune,
Since he groaned aloud
The pissed judges cowed
As he won to shut off this loon!
Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Jan Allison
12/26/2015
what do they call her? I wondered as she strutted around
showing off her curly tail, teasing every cat and hound.
Wearing a fancy hat, and a jazzy scarf with plaid too.
I call her high society pig, said my cousin Little Lou.
He is a cowardly buffoon
Less cowboy than poltroon
Cringes in fear at the moon
Afraid of bubbly lagoon
Doesn’t make anyone swoon
Terrified of a small raccoon
Shrieks and hides from a blown-up balloon
A forever alone weird little goon
Looking onto the deck
A raccoon was seen
The body was huge
Birds flew away
Squirrels ran off
The claws were long
and looking sharp
Color of the fur grey-brown
The face face black markings
Along both of the eyes
He looks like a bandit
Jerico the raccoon lived in the land of cherry blossom buds.
He enjoyed his corn, spaghetti, and well-cheesed up spuds.
His flatulence had a marvelous effect on the flowers so bright.
An aroma that stayed with these beauties all through the night.
Lilies were aghast at the new hybrid.
She was freckled with orange spots.
How dare she! They whispered.
Some tittered.
Until the garden club ladies appeared
Oohing and praising “spotted medallion orange”.
Now all the lilies wanted to befriend her.
I found monkey behind the bush throwing up
He must have had one too many bananas
He ended up scaring the raccoon out of me
As i shivered i must have had too much wine
Being not much inclined to strong stuff...
I curled in bed as angels swam in and out