Short Whinny Poems
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A horse of course
Can find the source
To whinny with
Such great force,
This force of course
Can make him hoarse,
Let's hope he doesn't
Suffer equine remorse.
up on the moors, sweet love
shadows dance at dusk.
low across the purple shades
wild ponies whinny
and snuffle steam into brown grass
while curlews cry the sun to rest.
Whinny Winey on the track
The coluber bravoing at his back
The betor keen on his kale
Here goes the whistle
Spectators applauded Round the clock
Whinny Winey to the finish line potted the betor's jack.
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
There once was a nanny,* lived in New Guinea
She's spot her billy, O would she whinny
She'd kick up her feet
And then she would bleat
She'd curl the hair on his chin-chin-chinny
*A nanny is a female goat
There lies my wallet on my bureau,
Pictures, it has ten….. money zero.
Each night I go out to check my 401K,
..They’re in the barn …eating hay.
Every day they go out to pasture to play whinny and frolic,
Dam, I hope that 401K doesn’t colic !
Crack of a whip and snap of a twig
Chop of a tree, performs a fire-jig
Lit up by fury of the heavens up high
Fire pours down, smothers the woods' cry
Clap like thunder and crash like light
Horses whinny, run away in fright
Humans want more but have yet to give
The earth below them, care not if it lives.
The wild stallion's whinny echos across the harsh, dry canyons,
The sun dries the lands, leaving only cacti,
But the cowboy, strong and proud sits on his mighty stallion,
The king of the Badlands,
The coyote whimper as he passes,
The snakes slither away at his step,
All bow to him,
King of the Badlands.
Poetry is hard to define
as its language may be refined
or coarse, like a horse with a whinny
or – pardon my simile – a whine
Some readers expect rhythm and flow
though others reject that, I know
A kaleidoscope of images may burst forth
unlike understated razor’s-edge mirth
Poetry's aura is in her mystery
~ that adorns her with majesty
In pantomime a filly runs
Awhile away sincere her dame
Never fear a bit intrusion
Reign again over wild yet tame
Solemn hoof of sonic drumming
Waits for none to steer along
Simple mane a woolly ripple
Ride the wind of passions song
Split rail timing never far
A heart appeals for whinny fair
Oh dust of pastures melody
To long for Misty morning air
Whinny and Spit
When a man’s young,
the work’s hard
but it pays well
and he can feed
the wife and kids.
Mornings he throws
crates off trucks,
and after lunch he
throws crates again.
But as he grows older,
and some say
ready to retire,
he stops
in mid-afternoon,
mounts his throne
of skids, lets
his legs drip
over the side,
tosses his head,
whinnies and spits.
Donal Mahoney
Nine noted naughty notorious Narwhals.
Active admirable acrobat anonymous aqua mammals.
Restless rowdy racers rolling on rocky shore.
Whimsical whinny women whales whistling wonderfully.
Haughty horny huge herculean was haply harpooned.
Alarming appearance of angry arctic animals.
Legendary Sea- Urchins leaped laughed loud.
William had a whinging wife.
William was a fool.
When she begged him for some water,
For too wet her whistle.
William tossed her in the pool.
William’s wife Wilma,
Looked at life quite starkly.
She whimpered and she whined.
While William was the whimsical kind;
Full of whigmaleerie and malarkey.
William had the wherewithal,
Which made them quite wealthy.
Wilma was no whiffler,
And didn’t merely whinny.
She whinged about her William and his methodology.