Short Skunk Poems
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The skunk farts
fox squeaks and moves away...
defensive trait
Category:doobutsu; Kigo:skunk
Olusegun Arowolo
pungent skunk like smell
my nose feels assaulted
eyes quickly water
horrible stench makes me wail
i quickly see Bambi's friend
The baby skunk was so sad
Because his scent made people mad
So, he sat in a pond
A good fairy waved her wand
Suddenly he stopped smelling bad
My grandma once de-skunked a skunk
for reasons I still have not thunk
she knew what to do
without a pee yew
and never the stale air did stunk
A polecat and a skunk met one day.
And why are you here? They both did say.
Knowing not of zoos,
They worked out in two’s,
And became best friends in every way.
How would you like to be a skunk?
And told day and night that you stunk?
I wouldn't object
Or change the subject
That awful smell is just something I thunk
A skunk wanted to be a cat
Rode a rocket to do just that
As the rocket neared the ground
His coat changed, this he found
He was still a skunk, that’s a fact
Russell Sivey
fuzzy yellow eyed striped skunk
rapidly waddling in the woods
waiting for a grey owl to get her
unaware of my presence
I hold still, making no noise
respecting her spray power
Skunk or a deer -
what was the varmint?
'Cuz Noah's buck naked,
without any garment! (Gen 9:21)
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In response to Drunk as a Skunk by Gershon Wolf
Drunk,
in a funk,
a lowly punk,
I shrunk
from a skunk.
It stunk.
Away I slunk.
I too stunk...
I thunk.
I took a dunk
and sunk.
A chunk
or hunk
of B.S. or bunk?
Please debunk.
A skunk strode by my window last night
Spreading his rancid aromatic delight
His must be a lonely life
Couldn’t have too many friends you’d think
You really have to face it folks
For the guy really does stink
This bad perfume packing feller, not real popular
A natural carrier of rabies and a bad odor for defense
To a old West Texas mountain lion, their meat is sweet
Form:
Foul smells of secrets and lies exist in the
Rarified air of
Artificially deodorized
Gentry whose lives
Rarely encounter those
Aromas arousing
Nose wrinkles of disgust, as they
Count on their perfumed cover to
Engulf the real truth.
Stinky Skunk
Black, white furry skunk
Encounter sprayed accident
Sprayed again your fault
By Eve Roper 3/1/2015
I'll never give in I'll never surrender
I'll never drink gin I'll avoid a bad bender
I liked to vodka but only drink beer
I'll always have fun and will always cheer
I never drink so much its getting me drunk
I've never got feeling drunk as a skunk
I am a skunk with burgundy hair
it flies around my head in a non-style-like-way
If my roots could grow in burgundy I would save time
But no, it has to grow in white
Thus, I am usually a skunk
Because my hair grows about an inch an hour
thanks Dad!
Little midnight bunny
Hid in deepest umbra
Cunning coyotes prowl
A spotted owl searches
Wherever can you go?
A rattler reached your hole
A wily weasel roams
Inky shadows shrinking
As the moon is rising
Wherever can you go?
A striped skunk skulks your way
Hunker down, let him stay
I’ve been silly, willy nilly,
Not your neighborhood, hillbilly,
Silly is, as silly does,
Silly whiz, I was.
If my brain goes clink, clink, clink,
And my skull, begins to shrink,
What I think, my thinking got,
Linking think to thought.
Now I leave you, for this reason,
I'm alive, in dead skunk season.
NOTE: This limerick posted 10/31/2020 in
Alexis Y.’s PEE YEW Collaboration
Take a look at the collaboration on her page! It's hilarious!
I once was peed on by a stinky skunk
Stinky not quite the word – he stunk!
I tried each known cure
Retained his allure
I am still surrounded by funk
Watch your eyes to the road and the view
but hold your nose over the next hill.
A skunk is dead on the side of the road
the kill is not fresh, but three days old.
The stink of the kill lingers on and on
a smell so bad that needs to be gone.
Then seven more miles down the same road
is another skunk whose death is days old.
It was alive in an earlier episode,
but it now lies dead in the road.
Nocturnal in habit,
the creature is not a rabbit,
nor is it a raccoon or a toad.
The carcass gives off a putrid smell.
Nobody can deny it stinks like hell.
When it tried to get across,
its effort was a loss.
No longer does that dead skunk dwell.
After driving for miles on the highway,
I noticed a lump near my driveway:
a black and white chunk,
"Omigosh! It's a skunk
and he's gone to the 'Sweet By and By' way!"
I could tell it was dead because he
gave off a real hum. It was funky!
It was reeky and rank;
it was stale and it stank
and the stench of it really repulsed me!
Drink to the rain falling down
Drink to the tears of a clown
Drink to get drunk
Drunk as a skunk
Drinks on the skunk, he's buyin' a round!
Has anyone seen a skunk drunk from a drink?
It's not a pretty sight you would think
They can hold their liqueur
And they can drink much quicker
They can't drive, but they do drink and stink!
Noah, ‘a righteous man
pure in his generations’ (Genesis 6:9)
spent a year in the Ark
‘til on Mt. Ararat it parked
When he emerged
he got drunk as a skunk
Which just goes to show
it’s a whole bunch of bunk
That to be righteous and pure
ya gotta live like a monk
Skunk Love
Your love is a bunch of fake fraudulent misleads,
You smeared your skunky scent to soften me,
I did not want us to be foe?
'Coz I knew love fills the vacuum hurt of the past tides,
Though past can never be completely erased.
Get over it, and erase it off,
Don't bliss me with the pot of your craft,
Don't enchant me with a portrait smile on your face,
Your scent chokes me, get over it.