Short Tigger Poems
Short Tigger Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tigger by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tigger by length and keyword.
bouncing
trouncing
flouncing
pouncing
Tiggers: bouncing, trouncing synergy
of pure flouncing, pouncing energy
Tigger and Leo
A Tiger and Lion joined forces
To run some Man-eating courses
Tutors Tigger and Leo
Said attack at the Knee-o
Then enjoy whatever the Man Course is
a blue ballon! A magnificent day all right.
Where is Tigger? Pooh dances with delight.
loving life, as he watches the sight.
what better toy could there be, so bright?
he watches it float out to sea, fluffy and light
sifting shifting streams
falling star trying to get away from the others
Neb you
lah to follow
so powerful e
motive to be a ware-we need more wares
Tiggering (as in like Pooh's Tigger)
spond
spond
get it respawned
and yawned
how many of you have died
but still i awe at your deadlight
and the whispered hmm bites
AFTERGLOW
The sound when all nuclear particles smash
And now that a bomb has been detonated
The deafening roar follows a blinding flash
Impatient tigger fingers should have waited
Deep in the motivation, there’s always cash
But now too late to be investigated
And soon it will be the end that we all know
With an ironic nod in the afterglow
Ratatouille’s Remy
Chef hat
on rat
Mighty Mouse
Small mouse
moves house
Tigger
He knew
the Pooh
Porky Pig
Utters
stutters
Yogi Bear’s Snack
Yogi
Hoagie
Bugs
Funny
bunny
Miss Piggy
This hog
loves frog
Kermit of Sesame Street
This frog
hates bog
Goofy’s Reformation
Hound fool
found school
Garfield
One fat
sarcast!
Over-Dramatic.
Over-Comedic.
Over&Under---Simplified.
Little Tigger Growl...
GRrrr.
Noisy Drama.
Read It's Intents.
Its Intensity...
It WAS
Made 'How You
WISH.
Wee Wishy-Washy...
Nahhhhhh.
*I Lost You In The Flood.*
You Were My Family... My Lust... My Unconditional Grace.
How Long Can Hereafter Wait?
ALLLLL OF THE PAST.
-Gray Squirrel
09-01-2026
Ay yo whats good its the Russian Hacker
I be trying out products
boom boom wow
Im in the forest trying to survive
I have no apples, sorry cow
I have a huge dog
His name is Hugo
He eats so much food
when i order it it's to-go
If your in the forest feeling dirty
just use a portable shower
my rhymes are sick
but my roasts are sour
When someone roasts me
i pull the trigger
jesus christ is my tigger
The thing about chiggers:
I’m glad they’re not bigger.
They’ll make you go dancing
Like A. A. Milne’s Tigger.
Avoid ‘em with vigor!
When they pull the trigger,
Get under your waistband,
You may need a jigger.
Of whiskey! Of whiskey!
You’ve gotta ask right,
'Cuz chiggers are red
And jiggers are white.
O, chigger! O, jigger!
They both like to bite.
The former’s a flea;
The latter’s a mite.
Blush
Once a time at nine you came
And blush with a smile
Told we catch our hands and
Clap till we die in bad or happy
Smile
Next day when I hold my breath
Till we celebrate our Independe
Day
You blush and don't ask what I am thinking when I hold your
waist
I just ask you did you still miss
the tigger which was just a token for
your blushing beauty kiss
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
They come between dreams,
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric,
the ones we have named,
wide-eyed refugees
we had carried home in cars,
or in our arms curled around
their trembling ribs.
They return like blood
to fill again a round vein
on the surface of sensation.
The tactile plasma
of Patch, Lucky, and Tigger
still checking our pulse.
Those 'pets' we once called ours,
who understand,
it is we who were once -
theirs.
Postman Pat and Fireman Sam,
Ballamory and Desperate Dan,
Thomas the Tank and Winnie the Pooh.
Hours of fun that entertain you.
Bob the Builder and Rolly Mo,
Rosie and Jim as they come and go
Georgie Shrinks and Tigger too.
These are the favourites that entertain you.
Little Red Tractor and Fifi Flower,
Dora the Explorer and the Troll that glowers,
Swiper the Fox and Lions in a zoo.
These are the things that entertain you.
They come between dreams,
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric,
the ones we have named.
Wide-eyed refugees
we had carried home in cars,
or in our arms curled around
trembling ribs.
They return like blood
to fill again a round vein
on the surface of sensation.
The tactile plasma
of Patch, Lucky, and Tigger
still checking our pulse.
Those we once called mine,
understand,
it is we who were once theirs,
once owned.
They come between dreams
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric.
The ones we have named.
Wide-eyed refugees
we carry home in cars
or in arms curled around
trembling ribs.
They return like blood
to fill again a round vein
on the surface of sensation.
The tactile plasma
of Patch, Lucky, and Tigger
still checking our pulse.
Those we once called mine,
understand
it is we who were once theirs.
They see us now
as children see ghosts.
Leftovers from a child's dream
where Christopher Robin and his crew
imagined a world of Tigger and Pooh,
when innocents thrived and saw only good
gentle, soft gestures within the wood
where time along still and quiet stood.
Bring back those days of wonderment
when my children could pursue their dreams
and life itself could laugh and sing,
no AI, no Tik Tok challenges
just pure imagination and carefree dalliances
let me be a child once more.
What would we do without Cuddles
They help us to get out of muddles
When we're feelin' down, they replace a frown
And they fill us so full of Love Bubbles
Beethoven, Sparkles and Lulu
Far greater than anything Tragic
Eeyore, T-T-Tigger and Pooh
In Dreams that are filled full of Magic
Angels are made for believin'
Even if we've never seen them
They mind us at night, when we shut our eyes tight
And they help the Dream Fairies to Weave them