Best Hansom Poems

Barbie’s precision, stiff, lounging in glamorous style, 
Plastic pink body asleep in a brand new cardboard box.
Barbie, eyes still open, abused by many of Ken's...

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When first I saw London, it was in a book in the library,
But then I came to England, experiencing its history.

The Bridges over the river...

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The crab is drab and sitting on a grab
                ...

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There was a dashingly hansom young Toreador 
Who slept on the floor of a corridor 
But things they got worst 
When he met this cute...

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Such an invasion will not go unavenged-

I will render my prostate prostrate

Lest my humor become unhinged

It so betrays my desire to micturate, yea even to...

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BRITISH POLITICS



I did well not to get involved with politics;
I saw through local councillors
With their holiday homes in the Highlands.
I gave New Labour the slip...

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I stand here in the corner as I see you grace the floor
Aware that you don't know me, but it's you that I adore
I see...

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A letter from old mother to here son
  Dear son :
 One day you will see me old, an reasonable in my behavior......
 At...

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When first I saw London, it was in a book in the library
Then I came to England, and experienced its history.

The Bridges over the River...

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Imagine you’re a woman, with a mind
as trained, acute and fertile as exists.
Imagine that your erudite, refined
creations top each year’s best-seller lists.

You write in English,...

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I love experiencing all our firsts,
 The first time you walked me to my car,
underneath the shiny stars.
 mmmm our first kiss,
And how I couldn't...

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The Barretts of Wimpole Street

Imagine you’re a woman, with a mind
as trained, acute and fertile as exists.
Imagine that your erudite, refined
creations top each year’s best-seller...

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he slipped into a dreamland
as the grass was turning brown
the king was in his castle
on the town he looked down
three men rode six horses
half of...

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recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
     gloriously wend 
     (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
   ...

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Whadidit usay?
A ale too far to sail on mar?
Ne’er too far for tha ner keday
And some kin jin us mestarar.

Neh join us there wit min...

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