Weasel Poems - Poems about Weasel

Fake Love Grouchy Weasel

People in the world have witnessed your all seasons love in Palestine!! 

weasel

a lowborn weasel
slinking in verdant grasses
mice tiptoe softly

Weasels

Did I ever tell you about the time
I saw a pair of wild weasels in the
parking lot of the government bunkhouse
I was staying at for the season

And they made me cry
because I had been so misled about weasels
up until that point

No on bothered to mention the 
long slender tails and the impossibly slim bodies
and the

Weasel

weasel
whiplashing past my boots

flash of tan and cream
zipping
out of sight

chasing a rabbit - maybe

no death scream

no sound
of anything being torn to pieces

walk on a pace

a fleet rustle in the grass

it is hunting again

walking on eggshells

Best Uber Driver Is a Weasel

The weasel is the best Uber driver we have ever found,
We have taken rides from miles around.
He is polite and responsible and can outrun a hound.
The weasel is the best Uber we have ever found.

But he is a weasel! Aren’t they mean, sly and slick?
I heard that they carry rabies and can make you sick.
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Tell the Clown Weasel

You should tell the clown weasel, the other girls said.
I had seen him before, but he looked daffy in his head.
He wears a diamond triangle clown suit and enormous red shoes.
I do not think I could, I admitted. He looks like rather weird news.

He is sage and wise, they told me. He has never steered

Weasel - Nursery Rhyme

Weasel was wiser than a coonhound
She weighed one pound, a foxhound
Traveled the campground and playground
Searched the fairground and all around
A sleuthhound, she would turnaround
Looking earthbound for something profound
On the rebound, her heart would confound
In the foreground was her hunting ground
She would often bum around and mess around
Searching the battleground for common ground
Renowned for her wisdom,

Weasel

There lives a puppy named Weasel
She's almost big as a diesel
Artists paint her on their easel
She can be found digging up bones

Her heart is as wild as a deer
She's amazing - she's without fear
Her hair grows in spite of the shear
She eats so she may get gallstones

Her mind is stirred up by the cats
At night,

What Was That

What was that?
My husband and I look at each other
It looked like a hybrid
Part raccoon, part cat
Possibly weasel
It ran right out in front of us
I look up Ringtail Weasel
There is such an animal
It is nocturnal, rarely found in the daytime
We are not surprised to see it is also called Ringtail cat

Weasel Words Are Our Mental Traps

we are surrounded by weasel words
mental traps we set for ourselves
to shut down all rational discussion
in truly Orwellian fashion


these words are legend
everyone uses them
no one thinks about them
what they really mean

I had no choice
of course, one always has a choice

Failure is not an option
nothing but macho BS
of course failure is always an option
that one must

Catch a Weasel Asleep

Catch a Weasel Asleep

Upon my word It all came true,
Sky turned Green and Earth was blue,
Fish didn’t swim but they could walk,
Sheep wore hats and learnt to talk.

Cockroach roamed six feet tall,
Slaying dragons, for they are small,
Eagles fell from pure green sky,
Shed their wings could no longer fly.

Fox strolls town during light of day,
Greeting strangers,

Pop Goes the Weasel

The happiest tune I've ever heard is “Pop Goes The Weasel”
Helps me remember me before I became evil
No excuse do I have
Could've been lotsa gas
Mucho beans as a young'un when things were primeval

Demons of Suburbia

Lawn furniture flavored ice cream
	served in moxa cups
Candied eyes of freshwater bream
	pickled bushdog pups.

Pig pizzle wrapped around a stick
	grilled upon the deck
Woven rope with cat head and brick
	hung about your neck.

Marzipan violin bowed by a stoat
	badminton played widdershins
A toast of poison without antidote
	barefoot on needles and pins.

Picture of a Weasel

Picture of a Weasel

While he worked on an easel
Painted picture of a weasel
Some schnitzel sounds good
Have some wish I could
Maybe sneeze I now will.

Wally Weasel Goes Skiing

Wally Weasel Goes Skiing

Wally still loves painting, but he’s now discovered sports.
He made his reservations at a faraway resort.
He’s never skied but has a book with lessons showing how.
After reading it two times plus one, he thinks he’s ready now.

With wooly scarf around his neck and hat upon his head,
he picks up shiny skis and

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