Shrew Poems - Poems about Shrew

He crawled out of the doghouse looking sad His new wife was mean, big and bad I had been warned, he said, by my dad He had also married a shrew, big and bad...

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I sneaked in the house late last night Couldn't risk turning on the light Tripped over a chair and took flight I felt the smite I felt the smite A bruise appeared upon my thigh Although from drinking, I was high Without having an alibi I'd have to lie I'd have...

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Samantha my cat brought me a present. It really wasn't all that pleasant. She brought it into my sun room door and left it there on the floor.. I'm finally recognizing her gifting growl. It's much more dramatic than a mere meow.. Now I'm wondering just what to do. Does she need a thank you note for her dead shrew?...

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The truth I can reveal There’s a inside of me One I hope you will never see I’d hide it away Forever and a day If I had my way I can be petty and mean Yell, swear and scream Be unreasonable Unrelenting Never thinking I might be wrong Oh no instead My position I will always defend Sometimes until the bitter end This may be more Than you bargained...

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The cunning shrew Her bow drew -- Why? Bull's eye! O, my!...

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He's tiny barely one inch long, stubby tail too short to grab or hold. Glossy black ebony fur so thick and full reflected in the rays of sun too brief to be seen. He's fast and quick slithering between the stones appearing in the hidden crevices then gone. The seeds are set clustered in a dish prepped...

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"The Euthanating Of A Shrew" How cowardly he hid within the heated night just brooding up all manner of his dark delight; all sorcerous they be, and evil if you see beyond his explanation of his sordid blight! Incouthenated, he did promise Nellie Dee, a simple mind--but not known for her chastity, that he could weave a spell and bring it on so well, her...

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I once fancied myself a petruchio And set out to tame myself a shrew There existed a Katherina. A dame beautiful but crazy and wild Admired by every eye Yet none willing to get acquainted with her For her nature,the very repugnance of meek and mild Amplified. "Poltroons,behold ye buffoons See me subdue this wilful,mean spirited raging bull "said I. Somebody should have told me a...

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The feisty woman spewed torrential abuses He holds her in his arms till her anger defuses To despair over her phobias he simply refuses Nightmares of being hated and unloved one day Cloud her thoughts of his fearful avenge in some way His calming voice cannot unnerve her in her usual fray One such day his heart-beat stops...

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(This is meant as sort of a counterpoint to all the mushy sentiment of "Valentine Day.") The Untamable Shrew By Elton Camp It’s ever harsh words and criticize Always excused by endless lies All he says and does is wrong Every day the same old song With outrage, she will say “Why do YOU do this way!” For him, it’s to be expected Every word...

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Before mankind evolved on Earth or mammals roamed the land t’was only bugs and dinosaurs that God had ever planned. But monkeying around one day he thought he’d have some fun and made a man to pass his time, thus mankind had begun. But boredom overtook him nothing changed within his land so he thought I’ll make a creature that I cannot understand. That way I’ll be...

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TO TAME A SHREW Tunke Tunke Tunke I dragged her along and into the trunk Clunk clunk clunk, I hear some screaming from the Tunke I drove away, in my brand new Lex Avoiding both grammar and spelling checks Safely away, I saved the day Off I am to the road by the bay Tunke Tunke Tunke Her crass verse I too stuffed in...

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I took a brand new girlfriend to see ''The taming of the shrew'' She was a little apprehensive as we joined the queue but I sensed that her humour, If anything was dry and very soon her laughter, brought tears to her eyes. If I be waspish, Best beware my sting There's small choice in rotten apples, Were just...

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Sinew torqued and bowed as he pressed the weight Of drudge claimed goods to be stacked and stowed. The lady claimed that his omnipresent proclivities Would neither build strength of character nor stature. Laugh, she did, as she knew the wolverine has left the den, To build his muscle with more willing obstructions. The starving dog follows the master...

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The shrewdness of the shrew Out of place on her Would better be placed Upon a gentle woman Of genteel character This shrew of a woman Abused by a man in her childhood Angry all the time Doesn't even know why herself The only thing she knows Is she is angry at this man In the process of thought........

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