Best Croquet Poems

I miss so many things: the old pear tree, which once lived by the walk and the bees inside. The bees almost never stung, but...

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Border
guard hoops
and hedgehog balls;
striking flamingos; painted-rose
walls...

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There once was a lady with a story.
She made it up for fame and glory.
Her topic, a bit risque.
A naked game of croquet.
The description was...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a...

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When Nature frees the lotus
   (This year's debut emergence)
      From their sleeping seeds,
   When they begin...

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’Tween hither and thither we wended our way
skipping, dancing through sand dunes, in seascape croquet.
While woven in waves watching dolphins at play
I first tasted her...

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On
croquet lawn,
a coldhearted queen
swearing heads will come
off...

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Laura Tonon was her name, at the new school my only true friend per se
Astonishingly she’d taken to me, offered to help with my English...

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Summer Camp

Summer camp's been a win-win, this week made me grin!
What great times we had, going like mad, never sad
met playing croquet the first day...

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A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine...

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What if I ,
Saw a waist-coated white rabbit,
Pass and disappear down a hole
Would I think I was going quite mad
Or would I want to follow...

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There’s Father’s Day
There’s Mother’s Day
Why can’t there be Brother’s Day
Maybe in the month of May
Set it up without delay
A Brother’s Day
Mom and Dad would probably...

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Tom took a day off for golf to play
His game should have been simpler croquet
Bruised head and scraped knees
His cart like swiss cheese
Wrecks on the...

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Oh do you dream of England,
when Spring is in the air?
The hum of bees on gentle breeze
is all that you will hear,
except for farmers, turning...

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It seems like yesterday
It was Valentine’s Day
We met at a café
My hair in disarray
He guessed I was fair play
Capriciously I said no way
Yet saw a...

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