Best Bridget Poems

You reminded me again, not to be late.
That I shouldn't let you hate.
What we have because it's delicate.
That you are fed up, trying to put...

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I’m lunching with my bestie Mylie
She’s upset and no longer smiley
I ask her what’s wrong
She said in my thong
My bottom is no match for Kylie!

I...

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My auntie wears 'Bridget Jones' knickers
But last week at tea at the vicars
She’d purloined MY lace thong
It was morally wrong
T’was the cause of very loud...

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When did I learn to walk?
The awkward stance,
a toddler’s uncertain step,
stumbling, falling, 
getting up again until
rhythm of feet and
balance work in sequence, 
was that when...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
           ...

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Mornings are magic in the garden.

Awakening plants open up slowly to the new day. As sunlight comes creeping over the horizon, touching sleeping leaves with...

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To my Best friend Bridget.  She is still "the wind beneath my wings".

And through each hand 
It travels its path
Leaving behind a glazed eye
And...

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We were invited to a party; the theme was tarts and vicars
Though I better get in the part and get some skimpy knickers
Well I can’t...

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They nicknamed Doris Day the girl next door
But she never lived next door to me.

Sting is known as sting but isn't a bee.

Davy Jones was...

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Lizzie Borden Took an Axe

By Elton Camp

Family love often will subside
When there’s property to divide
Old Andy Borden’s second wife
Came to be a cause of much...

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Living with an addict is a special kind of hell
You watch your child struggle and suffer,
Each day brings new challenges
They will tell you: “I am...

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Through a wooded thick in a forest of New England,
There exists a secret circus called the Craft of Ringland.

Meandering through a meadow one night before...

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My sister Bridget loves her widgets,
the box-set goes beyond her digits,
never mind, she is addicted,
that's not what we predicted.

To save money, she tries to convince,
as...

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The original version of this piece is too long for me 
to post in its entirety, so it had to be sectioned off. Of 
all...

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I must have been 7 when I first climbed that old willow tree,
The gang called it the club house.
There was Jodie, Bridget and of course...

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