George Hunter

George Hunter Poems

I didn’t make
This up
But I’ve heard it

A Cat Called Nan

I once had a cat called Nan
Whose tail got caught in a fan.

There was a big feline named Dancer
Who asked her mate for an answer.
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Why you just oscillate its titalot.

A beautiful day
Sun’s shining, birds are singing
God’s in his heaven.

On a lazy summer afternoon
All of us boys were lying in the shade
Talking about all kinds of things
In a world we never made.

One summer's day, with nothing better to do,
I went to the beach to enjoy the view.
Lots of cute babes lying around in the sand
Trying their best to improve their tan.

Did you ever think that when you smell something good
Like roasting coffee or cedar wood
Or baking bread or sweet perfume
That actual molecules are floating around the room?

As I was walking down the path
In my head I did some higher math.
They say that one and one makes two
But I know that that's not always true

CAUTION: Reading this rhyme may give you a headache.

I think I’ll take an Alka Seltzer to relieve my gut,
Eating too much Mexican has put me in a rut.

Fire and ice, fire and ice,
Fire and ice, they will suffice.
With the huge flames glowing, glowing
And the glaciers overflowing.

(Pay Toilet)

Here I sit all broken hearted
Paid a nickel and couldn't get started

There once was a gal named Grace
Who had an ugly face
—She said, 'My face I don't mind it,
—'Cause I am behind it

I had a white rabbit named Sam
Who one day went on the lam.
When he came back
I knew he’d been in the sack

There was a cow from Californy
Who was very, very horny.
He wasn’t sexy, instead
Two biggies grew from his head

There was a cowboy from Wyoming
Who sang to the cows in the gloaming.
-It was all they could take
-And it kept them awake.




Now I lay me down to dreams
Life's not always what it seems.
Sometimes, to just get through the day
I have to dream my life away.

Dragged out this morn
Feeling so worn,
Still in the stream
Of a late dream.

Beeeeee Ooooooo
Beeeeee Ooooooo
It sounds like a foghorn or a donkey braying.
An ominous sound, if you know what I’m saying.

The zebra is a beautiful beast
He has stripes that go from west to east.
Or is it east to west? , I don’t know
But I like the way they seem to flow.

George Hunter Biography

I'm just a rhymer, not a poet, Read one of mine and then you'll know it. You don't have to pretend you understand, It's as plain as day, like the palm of your hand. Nothing esoteric, abstruse or recondite here, Just something to read while drinking your beer.)

The Best Poem Of George Hunter

A Fifth On The Fourth

I didn’t make
This up
But I’ve heard it
I was a pup.

A little reminder
For the holiday
In case you’re
Inclined to go

“He who drinks a
Fifth on the Fourth
May not be able
To go Forth on the Fifth”

A little advice for you
How true it is, how true.

George Hunter Comments

Katinka Havermans 01 April 2012

Hello George, thanks for your comment on my poem. I love yours too. I'm reading on Poemhunter a long time but only since yesterday I had the courage to place my poems here. The only problem is: The placing of comments. I guess I'm doing something not right. Hope this one will stick. :)

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Ramesh Rai 17 November 2011

respected sir, i liked your poem. i like to request you to please spare your valuable time and comment on my poems. it shall be too much valuable for me. with kind regards.

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Vicky Ring 12 June 2009

Hi George, I have only been on Poemhunter since yesterday. I really enjoyed reading the Black Widow. I do understand there is alot of women out there like that. But I just got a divorce from a man who whined and acted just like that...all he wanted was my money and I want this and I want that. I never got anything from him it was me serving him like an old maid.

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