Best Bowler Hat Poems

Cuckoo Dancers

Discarded dusty beer bottle lying dormant on the tracks
Commuters await their carriage
Adorned in business like macks
Trees sway in gentle breeze
Capable of more tension,
Performing their shedding of leaves
Far too many to mention.
 
Pigeon jumps on pigeon
Mating season for all to see,
Another squirrel scurries across the tracks,
Across...

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there’s a temporal aberration
happening in my head
or it could be I am dreaming
or maybe I am dead
there’s a small purple t rex
who is wearing a bowler hat
while on his massive back legs
he’s sporting yellow spats
he’s dancing a foxtrot
summoning me with a wave
to join him in...

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Felix was angry I could not blame the cat for that
                   Mr.Schrödinger should have opted for a clean bowler hat
       ...

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Armitage Pod

Armitage Pod was a ‘cuddly’ cat
Who insisted on sleeping in the old bowler hat
His amplage cascaded right over the brim
Forming a blubble all around him.
He was big, he was bold and as fit as a flea,
That’s not what he looked like between you and...

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 The Room Drains... 

The room drains to sepia.
A long distant relative
     in a bowler hat,
smoking a pipe;
     strokes your dog.
The one
on the couch....

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Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.

Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No, the other one.
No, the other one…with the honeycomb vest.
That singular sap is one of kind.
Or one of ten; a soldier-still...

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Pt. I

The Lodger

Morning sneaked inside the flat and lit the dusty air
through holes in the torn curtains forming spotlights on the floor.
He woke from the discomfort of a night in his armchair
and stared at all the empty cans he'd finished hours before.

The window to the...

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Felix was angry I could not blame the cat for that
                   Mr.Schrödinger should have opted for a bowler hat
        ...

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Terence a Griffiths of Tyrone or Leitrim!
Did he know but later of 1820 he would be there born
A Flax Grower a renter from landlords of Lord Leitrim's domain
To thresh and sack and cloth and sow by wife and all but slavery go 

A brother Bartholemew...

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Old country house rich colored rugs hot wind
Gallopping hair whipped wildly at his cheeks
Solid double doors  top of stairway  top coat
Mantlepiece  photographs  in ornate frames 
Small  white  dog  head  between  its  paws
China  tea perfect...

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There’s a hungry tabby cat on a very fluffy mat
And a tiny little mouse in the self same house
Well he’s hiding from the cat underneath a bowler hat
So he’s got a lot of nous… he’s a clever little mouse

It’s a made-for-humans hat so it’s too...

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EDDIE MARS AND THE SOLAR WINDS

The biggest band in Lisburn and fronted by Eddie Mars
A guy who could play anything, on his collection of guitars
On vocals, Charlie Venus, who was the joker in the pack
He played his fender tele' through a great big marshall stack
On...

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Rabbits at junctions are often akin to moons at traffic lights. A light lunch is preferable to a whisky scone when taking a picnic to a lake. But playlists can play so font argue with a flamed fortress of fig. Tailoring a suit for a...

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ALIENATED FATE

Is life but just a game,
Are we all made the same,
Do we seek money, fame,
And only look for gain,
And every day begin the game,
All over again!
The wealthy need compassion 
But just point and blame,
Leaving an unsavory stain, 
No matter the country, its 
Location or...

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Bees in jumpsuits cannot really fly but caterpillar boats can go very very fast down the canals. It is an oversized cake that bungee jumps for the longest period of time at the sponge competitions where the cream of trophies is to be won. And...

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