Best Clotted Cream Poems
Below are the all-time best Clotted Cream poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of clotted cream poems written by PoetrySoup members
Unicorn's GalaInvitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives
by the bold and the submissive
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or...
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Categories:
clotted cream, fantasy, imagination, red,
Form:
Imagism
I Want My DinnerDripping doorsteps or bubble and squeak
I ate so much I couldn't speak
Apple pie and clotted cream
Used to make my taste buds scream.
Home made parkin...
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Categories:
clotted cream, memory, mum,
Form:
Verse
Fragrant FoodA smell like lunches cooked by Gran -
oh, boy, my mouth will water still -
the veggies boiling in the pan
and roasted beef - I'd eat...
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Categories:
clotted cream, nostalgia,
Form:
Quintain (English)
The Midnight TrainFeeling like a lost soul I sit, as the train rocks me to and fro
the woman next to me is jovial and pleasant, with...
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Categories:
clotted cream, analogy, romance,
Form:
Couplet
Sweet Little Marigold
She was a dairymaid, oh so sweet;
many a year ago.
Her figure was trim, her hair was neat,
with ringlets tied up in a bow.
And many a...
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Categories:
clotted cream, beauty, devotion, song-
Form:
Lyric
From a Ruby Garland For George and Nora - My Parents -Europe was frozen in a tide of hate
The genius Jew was being persecuted
Bound to the intransigence of fate
His violin played the tunes they executed
Now it...
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Categories:
clotted cream, visionary, wedding, wind, ,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Epic LimerickThere once was a girl named Sabine
The cutest one I’d ever seen
She had curly hair
And a teddy named Bear
And her bedroom was perfectly clean.
Sabine had...
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Categories:
clotted cream, bird, cat, children, family,
Form:
Limerick
The Dairymaid
Her lovely smile, you should be told,
is like a pint, that’s topped with gold.
Tight curls surround the comely face,
just like a golden carapace.
Her many lovers,...
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Categories:
clotted cream, adventure,
Form:
Verse
A Winter Wombats TaleOne time wombat shudders. It was very cold today and a kilt, cape, and long length knitted cloak just was not providing sufficient heat. Must...
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Categories:
clotted cream, adventure,
Form:
I do not know?
Christmas Dinneronions
garlic
fine white win
butternut
squash
quince and mince
leek
scallops
clotted cream
turkey stuffed
pastry puffed
chives give hives
people gaseous
pissed
nauseous
happy holidays to all...
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Categories:
clotted cream, christmas, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
50 Words For Poe: Strangelove
"50 Words for Poe: Strangelove"
Strangelove was waiting
in Holdnerness
He was anticipating
with a certain glee
The “Arrival” of
Ms Bon Vivant, her sharpness
and sharing...
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Categories:
clotted cream, adventure, freedom, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Rosie's Tea RoomAfter dropping off friends at the airport today,
We decided to stop for lunch on the way.
Just as Yeroskipou came into sight,
Rosie's Tea Room sounded just...
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Categories:
clotted cream, appreciation, food, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
50 Words For Poe: Seagulls
"50 Words for Poe: Seagulls"
He was an Albatross
She taught him Seagulls
Another language
LAX was nothing on
Heathrow, decision made
She had decided to catch
a flight...
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Categories:
clotted cream, adventure, mystery, romance,
Form:
Free verse
The HerderThe Herder
Words are racing by as a yacht making blue water white.
Should I now think in nautical terms, say, a bad seascape
painting of crested waves,...
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Categories:
clotted cream, history
Form:
Prose Poetry
He Should Not See Deathold enoch goggleyed and goatbearded
strolling with a jealous god
under a silksilver sun
beneath a stonewashed cotton sky
stopped
sighed
tugged at his rusty sackcloth toga
trailed a barebrown
caloused big toe...
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Categories:
clotted cream, faith,
Form:
Free verse