Famous Short Rat Poems
Famous Short Rat Poems. Short Rat Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Rat short poems
by
Edward Lear
C
was a cat
Who ran after a rat;
But his courage did fail
When she seized on his tail.
c
Crafty old cat!
by
Rudyard Kipling
You must n't swim till you're six weeks old,
Or your head will be sunk by your heels;
And summer gales and Killer Whales
Are bad for baby seals.
Are bad for baby seals, dear rat,
As bad as bad can be;
But splash and grow strong,
And you can't be wrong,
Child of the Open Sea!
by
Mother Goose
Jerry Hall, he was so small,
A rat could eat him, hat and all.
by
Emily Dickinson
A Rat surrendered here
A brief career of Cheer
And Fraud and Fear.
Of Ignominy's due
Let all addicted to
Beware.
The most obliging Trap
Its tendency to snap
Cannot resist --
Temptation is the Friend
Repugnantly resigned
At last.
by
Emily Dickinson
The Rat is the concisest Tenant.
He pays no Rent.
Repudiates the Obligation --
On Schemes intent
Balking our Wit
To sound or circumvent --
Hate cannot harm
A Foe so reticent --
Neither Decree prohibit him --
Lawful as Equilibrium.
by
Emily Dickinson
Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!
Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!
by
Robinson Jeffers
Guard yourself from the terrible empty light of space, the bottomless
Pool of the stars.
(Expose yourself to it: you might learn something.
)
Guard yourself from perceiving the inherent nastiness of man and woman.
(Expose yourself to it: you might learn something.
)
Faith, as they now confess, is preposterous, an act of will.
Choose the Christian sheep-cote
Or the Communist rat-fight: faith will cover your head from the man-devouring stars.
by
Jean Toomer
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones
Are sharpening scythes.
I see them place the hones
In their hip-pockets as a thing that's done,
And start their silent swinging, one by one.
Black horses drive a mower through the weeds,
And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds,
His belly close to ground.
I see the blade,
Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade.
by
A S J Tessimond
Acknowledge the drum's whisper.
Yield to its velvet
Nudge.
Cut a slow air-
Curve.
Then dip (hip to hip):
Sway, swing, pedantically
Poise.
Now recover,
Converting the coda
To prelude of sway-swing-
Recover.
Acknowledge
The drum-crack's alacrity -
Acrid exactitude -
Catch it, then slacken,
Then catch as cat catches
Rat.
Trace your graph:
Loop, ellipse.
Skirt an air-wall
To bend it and break it -
Thus - so -
As the drum speaks!