Short Varmints Poems
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Uproariously running like the stampede, these cats huge saunter near me luckily I found this marble next to my wallet, both the money and wallet are big cat varmints like silky trespasser near and dear this marble acutely registers you dear.
Frontiersman David (Davy) Crockett,
Often lived on dried fish and jerky kept in his pocket,
Wore caps made from the skin of varmints various,
The odour, ..no doubt, ... was nefarious.
for Clerihew contest sponsored by Catie Lindsey
ticks on my back
saying knock knock knock
no joke
wood ticks no doubt
deep woods varmints
burrowing in
biting me with gusto
heads buried beneath my skin
making me crazy
go get my Uzi,
my shotgun, my scalpel, my pen
I have a poem idea and it is a win.
Bugs Bunny
Was smart, witty and funny
His tag line was what’s up, doc
Rivals would just stare and gaulk
Yosemite Sam
Made bugs and his buddies scram
Dubbed them all as mere varmints
He had a keen eye to their footprints
09/01/2021
Contest: Cleritoons
Sponsor:Joseph May
What's the purpose of the tail
on the squirrel who's
practicing his Braille--
his body hidden by the tree
with only a tail visible
to me?
Sends he Morse code
with that appendage
to other varmints of his lineage,
that he's found a tree that's
rather fine, grace a' someone
who protects her Pine?
red cardinal landed in my hair
he got his feet tangled up in there
a beautician had to cut him out
upon his escape he hopped about
We have some wood ticks in there too she said
this embarrassed me, my face turned red
Do you want me to cut those varmints out too?
Yes, I agreed. Please do, please do!
but i wouldn’t fault you words spilling from a loose connection
your heart
a myriad of internal cuts and bruises
exposed wires tattered and frayed
i can hold such damage
with barely a touch
soothe the gnawing of varmints uninvited
be that handy little light
one carries to duel the dark
Thu Mar 5 2020
Now that leaves blanket the earth
And the squirrels are scurrying
To store up for winter's dearth
Now that leaves blanket the earth
Value of tree nuts triple in worth
That's why the varmints are hurrying
Now that leaves blanket the earth
And the squirrels are scurrying.
written September 27, 2021
felony figs feigning
pulpy punctured probity
mystic mist moaning
purpled eyes receding
damped desire drooping
salient severity scrunching
two temerarious Varmints -
callous ensconced embroidery
skins sans salmagundi
lusty leery lurching -
atuned atmosphere aiding
cranky coup clustering
chaetophorous Chipmunk saw,
pronto pram's metamorphose.
19:11:29:05:53
I live in the country
where the crickets still click
my bull frog outsings them
his voice is incredibly thick
the fireflies all came here
to escape the smog and the city
our Queen Anne’s lace
is incredibly pretty
I live in the country
where varmints roam at night
hoot owls, bats, coyotes, playing so light
the crickets still click
where they can be heard
I love where we live
being a huge country nerd
BUTTERFLY WINGS
Butterfly wings now my lovely garments,
not the same anymore,
Into Spring I have bloomed from my prison.
Escaping the varmints, not ashamed anymore.
There's now a new preservation,
not to fear anymore,
now rewarded by the God of creation,
healing my painful sore.
Will never forget my darling forever,,
I'm not the same anymore,
It is I, never again to be forgotten,
beauty mine evermore,
When my well-fed cat dies will he go to heaven?
Will he make it in cat years to fifty-seven?
Or eighty-six or one hundred and five?
Just what is keeping this fat sassy tom alive?
Shark has a kill room around the back.
Has killed varmints from here to Hackensack.
Will he ever reach the Rainbow Bridge?
He annihilated my mean Aunt Midge.
Sure some do not think it was Shark my cat.
But he’s wearing her rings, so what about that?
we heard the wagonwheels
the rattling of the axles
the stinge of the horses
the dust they created
we were unmoved
some became frightened
but most of us knew
what they varmints wanted
we stood back to back to make
sure they weren't getting it
they wanted our gold
and we weren't gonna let them have it!
From the novel Big Tramps Watering Hole
published by Dahiser Hussier
and the Bandchoosen Franchise
New York greetings publishing company
copyrighted 1901.
variety of size, limbs
once helpless in the wind,
a haphazard torrent of leaves.
no pleasantries in rescind.
moss, plush with bouncy roots
tripartite surgery of bark,
sans clean cut.
ground level hallmark
apartments, at close inspection,
varmints inhabit an oak.
how do trees survive the dark
when susceptible to croak?
the yard with all its idiosyncrasies,
a social distancing playground
for a curious player of minecraft —
a five year old’s hardly earthbound.
4/17/2020