Best Blondie Poems

Blondie is forever young.
Rosy cheeks and lips bee-stung.
Her nicely waved hair is perfection.
One wonders at the odd connection

To lazy Dagwood so unkempt,
To comb  his...

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Lustrous words reach across the Miles
Tugs heart strings and makes one Smile

Speaks of Love and Starry Nights
Heavenly whispers - wondrous Sights

Invites one on...

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The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Bread
Billy Joel and The Grateful Dead

Suzie Quatro, Wham! Kate Bush
Elton John, Yes, Kiss and Rush

Aerosmith, The Eagles, War
Dolly Parton, Sandie...

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Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose — 
a hyper-keen sense   when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing...

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When we were young
We didn’t know what we could become
What we could have been
When  we were just sixteen.

The road ran  on forever
Summer lasted...

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Terry said I was a real “sketch”

I'm taking that as a compliment

Not some colourful cartoon character

Wonder what it represents

Hope I'm more like Superman

Than that scatter...

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Bring back blonde babes 
with big boobs and butts, 
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and  big boys...

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The master maker of exotic sandwiches is Dagwood Bumstead!

   Blondie (nee Boopadoop) views his masterpieces with dread!

      He...

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Being a baby of the fifties
musical sounds were always a rave
beginning in sixties with the fab four
Cliff, Elvis and ONJ were my fav

The seventies really...

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Brick had seen his share of hospitals 
and had been to Saint Cecelia's more than once,
on occasion, a perp would get banged up
you know, during...

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without wearing a helm mitt on my head, yet did suffer inxs
of welts the size of cranberries amidst talking heads, whose traffic
mishap of cars unable...

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I lived in the early-mid 70s so very different
being a lonely soul not socially active
lived  in the countryside with not a friend
didn't really mind...

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When I look back in time, I recall the 1980’s;
I fell into the Rubik’s Cube and still have not escaped.

Not even upon hearing of, John...

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Chazz your like my kitty
Phoebe
With your act of the witty
And your dance so crazy

I am enchanted with
Your "bubbly-Wubbly'"talk
Your the girl to be with
During A Dead...

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We never need a special day
To bring you to our mind,
For days without a thought of you,
Are very hard to find.

We cannot send a birthday...

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