Sty Poems - Poems about Sty

We hid in the pig sty the other side of the path That edges a cess-pool crossed by a little Wooden bridge where the run-off from the cow Shed passes just beneath, ahead the gate To farm front door accross the well kept grass I was not yet six. I know because we left the farm When I had...

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Such a beautiful mind, lone blossom in a sty one to many times taunting the tempest's ledge now the muse wears a crown of his ashes caulked memories to fill the holes of our lives Your fireflies have brightened the crags of time while all the pretenders pretended to listen but now its painfully clear that they didn't now your final wish...

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One would be flabbergasted by All the stink that is in the sty The pigs sure don’t care The smell in the air It’s a paradise for a fly Russell Sivey...

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Citron yellow- prussian blue brings day and night into view. Two sides of a coin - a shadowless...

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There was once a young man from New York. Who had often pigged out on roast pork. 'Til a pig said, "I yam Such a proud hunk of ham. I refuse to end up on his fork." 11/20/14 da da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da...

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Yup, just as you probably suspected, ol' Freddy the Fly did not yet die. Oh me, Oh my!! But he did get a Fly-Eye-Sty, from landing in the Fly-Mai-Tai. Now when you are a fly, And you get a fly-sty, It's major trouble, Cause your 1000 part Fly-eye Will mean a 1000 part Fly-Eye Good-Bye, Well Freddy's problem resolved into...

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if you feed it, then it will continue to grow -- litter on the ground....

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