Best Flagon Poems

...She danced with grace, as a swan
He was inflamed, a roaring dragon
She swayed, a willow upon the lawn
He sipped warm wine from his flagon

With parted lips and feline eyes
She drew the brea......

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...Two ladies named Jan and named Lin
professed a forgivable sin
they cornered a dragon
wrung her in a flagon
and gave her away as cheap gin

The old dragon's name was Jooling
who had a h......

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...How firmly they stand,
the spires of history
that no one can destroy.
What a curious melange
of hate and love
and yesterday's antipathy.
Indifferent they are,
leaving us their basic legacy-- 
shining......

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...“How long has he been here?” said the other voice which Dumpty could see now that the dawn light started to grow, belonged to a largish Owl perched on a tree branch, near the sleeping cat. “Oh, I dra......

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...Now that the Owl was sleeping Dumpty felt a bit restless, which was hardly surprising considering he was a ghost, he wandered over again to the waters edge, and had a look at the large flagon that th......

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...Aethiopia is a land of exquisite beauty,
Inhabited by a princess worthy of its charms.
And the king her father thought it his duty
To boast of her glamour in spite of envious alarms.
So the lovely An......

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...Ye guys/gals, drama requiring attention spins in Legerdemain.

There dwells within the caves of Underhill,
a legendary leprechaun lass named Phyll.
She keeps a pet dragon with wings of three;
sh......

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...from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
  ......

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...Grog

Gulping down a flagon 

Gives one a gibbous glow. 

Gather 'round ye hardies,

Grab one and have a go. 

Ghostly foam and farting 

Gnomes bilge one gushing flow.

Garish gaffe.........

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...I adore this corn which you call maize,
In my hand its cob I hold my eyes dilated in paraphrase,
In my mouth its offsprings I chew,
My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze,
Fresh corn harbo......

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...Guinness Interruptus 

The sweet lass he was chasing was Finnish
but like Popeye he needed his spinach
to build up his strength
in longing and length
so he stopped for a flagon of Guinness


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...I adore this corn which you call maize,
In my hand its cob I hold my eyes dilated in paraphrase,
In my mouth its offsprings I chew,
My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze,
Fresh corn harbo......

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...On the first day of a year long ago
We walked the path to the glazing wood
Peter, Michael, Seamus and me
We cut hazel wands to swing 
Severing the tops from offending fern and brier
Some spark o......

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     This year I asked Santa for a Harley
     and a flagon of wine made of barley.
       Then I asked God alone
       for an angel of my own,
     only not one of His, one of Charlie’s!
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...I wielded my sword
And slayed the foul dragon,
Then crammed the vile beast
Right back in his flagon.

Pickled and sodden
There will he lie
Few to remember
Fewer to cry.

Obnoxious his deeds......

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