Best Crumpet Poems

Mr Crumpet

Oh so sad for Mr Crumpet,
Had a mishap whilst playing his Trumpet.
He forgot, but he should know,
Not to suck but only blow.
No longer does...

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Two decades old,
Soft skin light toned,
Bushy brown hair,
skinny slim built,
Eyes blue as the sky,
Emotions and mind,
All so very shy.

Born a Capricorn,
Raised in a working class,
Ball...

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Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed

With fists raised...

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Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed

With fists raised...

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Forsythia my friend, I still cannot not discern, 
does a fiddlehead unravel into a lacy fern?

Lilly pads, such flowered floating seats for fortunate frogs.
Monet’s favorite...

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For trick or treating Stella the strumpet

Got dressed up as a butterscotch crumpet

     Caught his eye – Jabba the Hutt

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I’ll always remember the things that we did,
When you were my dad and I was your kid.
You were everything then that I wanted to be,
And...

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The bakers brekky, was quite the tasty meal.
Eggs, crumpets, and tea plus butter was ideal.
Porridge when it’s brisky,
Cider quaffed so frisky,
Likes his crumpet crispy; brekky...

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I was a torpedo, skimming the surface 
of the green summer sea; I was a mountain, 
touching the clouds at the summit, where 

Frozen ice-pools...

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My light trumpet under my nose
I always carry with me close
My garden I play for today
My trumpet stays with me all day

Garden I sing with...

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"Butterscotch" 

Butterscotch 
kisses
morning coffee
sugar in my bowl
a little cream
hopscotch 

spooning 
never tasted 
so sweet

morning coffee
a little honey
in my smile
tastes like sunshine
tastes like sin 
hopscotch begins

hot...

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Is there a humour therapist in the house?
Sitting here, chortling, do not grouse,
If you abuse crumpets, men,
You undermine your own best interests, do you ken?
Then...

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We’ve painted your smile disarming
Your glassy marbles alarming
Ignored your feeble warning, your face blue
We made our very own papier-mache Prince Charming

In what false light you’ve...

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PLAYING   BRIDGE

Wedenesday evening at  Ruth and Cliff’s
Remembering  suits and trumps, no trouble.
Eyes watching  cards, no buts or ifs
When  you’re...

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Feeding off the weary


Castor oil concubines in deep hip hugger moons
Shouting to the vestibule in torrents filled with rage
Voices shriek in rampant screams, off key...

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