Short Stoats Poems

Short Stoats Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stoats by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stoats by length and keyword.


Weasel

The sneaky, slinky weasel
Is weaselly recognised … 

But stoats are stoatily different … 
They’re ermine in disguise!
Form: Epigram


Premium Member Vignette-A Breeze In the Trees

Deep down in the Wild Wood
An empyty mansion stood-
Stoats & weasels squatted there for nowt,
Ratty,Mole & Badger with a loud shout
Helped careless Toad to kick them out.
Form: Narrative

Artic Whiteness

HAIKU ~~~~~~~~ moorland... wilderness... attired in artic whiteness... stoats in ermine coats... ~~~~~~~~~
2/28/18 Haiku poetry contest sponsored by Deborah Beachboard
Form: Haiku

Winter

WINTER SERIES ~~~~~~~~~~~ winter beauty belies danger... all take heed snow can kill moonlit snow... behold mountain hare's... shadows feeding ermine coated stoats winter ptarmigan... shadows that move up hills white fauna hiding snow buntings... confounders white through spring and summer times there is always one
Form: Haiku

Sent Looking For My Da

were in an oot eh aw the pubs
sent looking for my da.
i hope we find him soon 
coz wait tae u see my ma.
shes gawn mental shouting an bawling
coz theres nothing tae eat.
shes pacing aroon the room 
shes stamping her feet.
shes looking oot the windey
coz she hears um singing
coming up the street.
shes raging an a hink shes gonna greet.
there ma da stoats in way a massive grin
aw stop aw that moaning 
will yeh big yin.
Form: ABC


Sent Looking For My Da

were in an oot eh aw the pubs
sent looking for my da.
i hope we find him soon 
coz wait tae u see my ma.
shes gawn mental shouting an bawling
coz theres nothing tae eat.
shes pacing aroon the room 
shes stamping her feet.
shes looking oot the windey
coz she hears um singing
coming up the street.
shes raging an a hink shes gonna greet.
there ma da stoats in way a massive grin
aw stop aw that moaning 
will yeh big yin.
Form: ABC

Nae Dinner Again

Nae dinner again 
Ah heard my ma saying 
Wit am ah gonna 
Gee the blimming wains 
We're staving ma the wains wid say
Shut yer mouths
Ave been trying to tap aw day .
Then in it stoats all drunk and insane
Dus ny even care about the stait eh his wains
My maw she's gone mental 
Shouting we'res ma dosh
Don't you even care ya bass 
They wains have had nae nosh 
All slumped in his chair 
He's drunk n doesn't care 
Wen he wakes up 
He'll even want mare.
Form: ABC

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