Short Snarly Poems
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there once was a girl named Karli
she laughs at the word narley
it seems she doesn't care
but shes obsessed with her hair
when she's mad she can be snarly
Elf man with the gnarly snarly barley face
With a bubble noise, can you take the pace?
Prancing and dancing this gnome-like race
We give you berth, and we give you grace.
Butch rode a huge powerful Harley.
His expression was always snarly,
A bully and a menace was he
Whenever Butch was in company,
He raised his fists that were big and gnarly.
Von der lye-ing says there is a beast.'
Snarly and growly, its out in the east.'
quyeer and macron; rutter complain
All un-masked' their con-vid lies well slain!
Even bread is bugged, this report is the least!
Even though chihuahuas seem snarly and unapproachable
They're one of the friendliest breeds and really quite loveable
Their size is deceiving
Terror you're conceiving
But when they're barking, they're saying “I'm quite adorable”
In the water hole by Littleton’s Cave
There sits a rascal, a snarly knave
You can go down there if you are brave
But it might mean an early grave
He is a stranger, after all
He who lingers by that waterfall
Strangers are scary is what we teach
Stay slightly out of this weirdo’s reach
boisterous beekeeper was bathed, bound and belted.
besieged by bevy of beauties whose beeswax was melted.
fickle, frantic, frolicking friendly freedom, freshly felted.
persnickety, lickety-splickety personified, pointed and pelted.
On a sweaty, snarly summers eve swiggled, swayed and swelted.
Dare you not cross the path
of a Snarly Yow. The rangy hills
are its home from home.
It prefers to roam on groggy foggy nights
to galumph upon the unsuspecting
to drool over its dire and deadly deeds
chewing over motley meaty morsels
for breakfast dinner or supper;
it’s not particular.
snippy snappy sneezy snarly snail
met Melton Mickey, a piece of mail
preening privately in potter’s pail
saying Selena’s son Shawn should shortly sail
allowing alloys, alligators and aliens ale
believing beyond bunker boy’s blueblood bale
kicking kindhearted kiwi into kangaroo kale
amusing snippy snappy sneezy snarly snail
gnarly snarly wharly harly barley troll
when we use his path, he demands a toll
When we protest, he hangs us upside down
The villagers come by and call us clown
gnarly snarly wharly harly barley troll
Humiliating us kids is his ultimate goal
He is good at it, an expert in fact; I know.
He has hung me twice by my largest toe.
Doll with an incredibly snarly blue mood
Gave us a horrible, nasty, surly attitude.
I thought she was pretty, but not today.
Said many people, who did not want to stay.
Her mother had invited us to her birthday party.
There were six of us, and none ate hearty.
We felt sick at the way she treated us.
Never again! Said my classmate, Gus.
I am a snarly, growly, angry girl today.
I’ll snap your head off in a rather gruesome way.
My machetes are out, and my guns are blazing.
I’ll be cutting and chopping, and hell-raising.
Why I woke up in this mood is anyone’s guess.
I’ll leave bodies and pieces, a giant mess.
I’m a snarly, growly, angry girl today.
I’m warning you ahead of time, so you will please stay away.
morning went all wrong
sideways and inside out
there was a cat hiding somewhere
possibly in the coffee pot
a goldfish slid up through the drain
landing in the sink face up,
I could not find a wristwatch
and Daddy’s pocket watch had stopped
One shoe? That’s all you got? I asked myself
I was snarly and surly and not happy about school
You don’t have to be said my mother
It is Saturday
I went back to bed
Feel hurt.
Deep in my chest,
like a sword that cuts into my ribcage,
Rips me open,
Fear trapped,
cold insistent,
persistent,
Heart,
that beats fast, while I close my eyes
And I try to sleep,
But inside I want to scream.
With the rage of the storm,
in a dark sky full of lightning,
Full of fury,
Tears stream,
Wet face, bad dreams,
Paws that claw at my lungs,
Knots, rocks,
Snarly clump,
Lump, in my throat,
I choke.
I'm sleeping amongst mass hysteria
Compulsed with my own mania
Are we living in a fallen world
Is it a sign of the end, settled
O' Corona, Corona
Please go away
I full of snoot and decay
Don't know what to say
It’s scary, snarly
I cough, rasp, wheeze
Speak hoarsely
I'm old and weary
But none the wiser
I hear my angel whisper
In the sweet hereafter
It was just a dream stupor
State of mind rapture
Devoid of Corona exposure
My imagination has run off the track,
I truly doubt I will want to coax her back.
She never listens to my ideas of the day.
Preferring to lean in her own special way.
I have tried to tame her down, calling her bluff.
She is snippy and snarly, giving me guff.
Her ways are off the track, pure and plain.
Others might agree she is almost insane.
My muse rolls her eyes in jest at her present antic.
She’ll come back when she’s ready, so I will not panic.
A snarly-mouthed, cross-eyed, pessimist with an attitude toward mean.
Ann Marie disregards opinions that are not her own.
The town has ignored her for so long, few people remember her name.
She speaks in a pirate’s brogue when she speaks, which is not often.
Mostly to a newcomer who is brave enough to say “hello” to her.
Her relatives parted ways long ago, even though she still lives here.
She is satisfied with their arrangement.
So are the other six thousand and twenty-two residents.
you can be considerate and kind or snarly and mean
choices every day that are quickly made and rapidly seen.
Whatever you choose to do and say can bring happiness or hurt
So, think before you speak, said my Uncle Kurt.
He was a super nice man, who always thought of others.
Had been raised by a mother and sisters who thought they were mothers.
His compassion is still talked about; his advice books, high up on a shelf.
Whatever you do he told us, be true to your soul, always be yourself.