Short Snarly Poems

Snarly
  Charley




For Brian's "Two Lines of Two Syllables" contest...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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”...

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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....

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