Best Blighter Poems

He’s just a dog, a mongrel pup that fitted in me hand,
short haired, tan and white, with needs of high demand,
he’s whingy and he’s whiny,...

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Some folks smile when I say I’m a writer
Some smirk, suggesting I should get a job
My stories and poems make our days brighter
Fantasy often, and,...

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I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the...

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There was a cold man from Connecticut
whose hygiene showed he didn't know etiquette 
if he'd left me alone
he'd still have his own bone
That cold hearted...

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From the sands of Palm Beach
To Uluru and Barrier Reef,
In the large caverns of Jenolan
When I've climbed on down beneath,
You see I always get this...

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In spring I worked so very hard
to make a garden of my yard
I planted seedlings but alas
a hoard of pests arrived en masse

From all the...

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"The pen is mightier than the sword"
- In general, I guess that's true
But mine's a lazy blighter;
It treats sloth as a bloody virtue

It's not the...

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THE SANDS OF TIME





Silent, creepy, mysterious as its tick,


The worthiest choice, if offered a pick,


 


‘Tis often mentioned of many a tricky blighter,


But there’s this...

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I think I have a grem/in, lurking in my words 
I'd left a win/ow open and thought it was the birds
But then I heard a...

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He sat there with a bee on his nose
Its his own fault this has occurred
Stuck his nose in the lavender
Now covered in pollen, looks absurd

His...

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Now little Jenny's favourite cardigan is missing one of these
  It fell off just the other day and simply disappeared
  We turned the...

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Ask not the place.
 Electric guitars in time.
 Inherit not rights.
 Greasing heavens door.
 Furthermore my love.
 Set your hair not in a hurry.
 John...

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It was on a Monday morning that the gasman said he’d call
I waited in all day – he didn’t come at all

Irate I phoned the...

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At our pub, a drunken blighter
Claimed to be, "The World's Best Fighter"
His wife was a nurse
And she won the purse
For being the best back-biter!...

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Thumping away at his typewriter
With the speed of a kung fu fighter
He writes letters, I guess
To complain to the press
He is a most annoying blighter.


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