Short Slobber Poems
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Duty incarnate, with muddy paws.
Oaths sworn in slobber, not language.
Guardian of joy, even when joy forgets itself.
If you're fat you're bound to wobble,
If you drink you're sure to slobber,
If you smoke you're going to stink,
Your habit matters, so prefer to think.
There once was a delicate robber
Yet in his drink he'd drool and slobber
Sure he loved to drink beer
But to me it's unclear
Why 'Sir Dainty' was so macabre
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Lambs are soft and cuddly
Lamb kins fall short, here's why
Llama crias necks crane
Licky goat kids slobber
Ludicous cuscus curse
Lion cubs bite and snarl
Leaving lambkins pinups
Eggs, eggs, glorious eggs, love 'em a bunch
My favourite treat, any time, a great munch
Scrambled, over easy
Omelettes quite cheesy
Try hard not to slobber eggs down my front
this is the sleeping house
three dogs with full tummies
they snore away
these happy sleep sounds encourage me to nap
This will be my second nap of today
I cannot stop myself
I climb onto a couch
cover myself with a fuzzy blanket
wake up with dog slobber on my face
they want me to play
Like a sappy fruit
in vice of time,
a slobber root -
a top cut by a knife.
Thick drops in a pot
down slowly trickle,
hold firmly a cup,
set off a ripple.
Must hoe one's row,
time, here, I see,
for muck and your
fruits marc will be.
Tremendous among the slobber
Calm over the divine power
With soggy signs under the downpour
Morning to evening splatter
Rain soppy among the haze
Overwhelming in the airspace
Amid strong wind and thunder
Evil and huge beyond the water
Attractive ponds past the timber
Rainfall over in nightfall drenching
The next day waiting
Men who hulking thugs lobby,
Now and then their hobby
To winning rivals clobber,
Hitting them until they slobber;
Their tunes for the piper
A much worse viper,
Venom as good a wiper
As enemy- silencing sniper.
Old owners of power
Mythical the eleventh hour
Their only message for The Youth:
A not- yet- your- time hurting truth.
Puppy follows heart
Owners sitting.
Lap. Lap. Lap.
Clip. Clip. Clip.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Ball!
Puppy tries to be unfriendly.
No one’s fooled.
Lap. Lap. Lap.
Slobber. Slobber. Slobber.
Chew. Chew Chew.
Squirrel!
Two puppies.
Pretend disinterest
While circling and sniffing.
sniff. sniff. sniff.
Warning growl.
Puppy pile!
Welcome, my hodgepodge, vicious friend,
no need to breathe at my window.
In less than a day you intend
to shatter it with a raged blow.
No cause to slobber like a brute
turning fall bright leaves into boats,
nor drive my maples to uproot
daring them to morph into floats.
Mind your manners please, you’re my guest,
throwing rubbish around is rude
(and childish at the very best).
Do your best to contain your mood.
Today I spent the day with my Mom, Dad, son and nephew at a Wild animal park;
I am covered in slobber and mud.
At least the animals were clean.
The most interesting animal I saw was a Guar which is a large
I mean the largest breed of bovine in the world!
Three to four thousand pounds of cow.
He stood taller than a minivan.
Guar comes from India and Asia; His large horns are fear invoking.
All I am saying is, don't let the Guar lean on your car!!
Babies crying in an orange,
Evening breeze.
Instead of hot dogs I get slobber.
Nudging branches away from the soft and sweet head,
Geraniums droop into view while we climb.
Her elbows folds tight against my body, safe from the forest chill.
Unknown shrieks are heard somewhere deep in the verdant, carpet of trees.
Mila chucks her nook in response, complete, blind confidence in herself.
Ascending to the dirt road troubles ease as we flatten out.
Never had we a care, never had we a worry.