Whig Poems - Poems about Whig

...Patrick Ferguson and the battle of Kings Mountain He rode up to the mountain in great haste planning vile acts, and much wonton waste. Hiding, the whigs taunting, scattered about. They were in ......Read the rest...

...One need not be David Copperfield, nor a card shark/sharp, scrutinizing random display codified computer algorithm doth yield. The chance to "win" may appear tubby zero analogous finding a di......Read the rest...

... Now who entrusted an ugly octopus with the pretty plaid pocketbook? An eight arm six-finger crook crawling up the vault wall is such a dirty, filthy lucre look Those pretty piggy ......Read the rest...

...           Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a c......Read the rest...

...When words sound like a lost course Who is will provide the answers to all this questions we ask When the world feels like sinking sand Who will beat fear to hold my hand? When the road o......Read the rest...