Weasel Poems - Poems about Weasel

a lowborn weasel slinking in verdant grasses mice tiptoe softly...

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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...

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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 ...

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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. One...

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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...

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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,...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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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Wally Weasel Loves to Paint Wally Weasel loves to paint, and paints himself a lot. Some paint goes on the canvas, but most of it does not. Poor Wally, when he’s finished, is a sight that you must see. He’s a living breathing rainbow from his head down to his knee. Wally gets excited when he takes his brush in...

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