Best In Hock Poems

My uncle Dran was an odd sorta man 
who never much cared for livestock.
But wouldn't you know he kept a pig he loved so, 
and...

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The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Well, of course, 
It was pretty hard when you refused to go...

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The Anatomy of a Horse (written for children)

Horse's feet have a hoof, the hard part which he can pound, 
back of this is his frog,...

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A horse that runs wild and free
 Enjoys freedom with each stride
    No saddle on his withers be
 No grazing muzzle as...

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Carolyn Devonshire
Sunny day golden locks
Friends till the end or in hock
Cheery jewels and holly socks

Entertain us with your verse
Until they take us away in a...

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Her tiny strands of forelock were as soft as silk, 
resting gently between her poll and soft ears-
Her muzzle slightly wet as it began to...

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Being Sold Down the River? 

Near 80 years ago it has been
Another Jerk wanted to make his country great again
America first has been used before...

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Dear younger me,
There are some things that I would say
to help you out along the way:
mistakes I’ve made and deep regrets,
things I would change you’ve...

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Beggars of California 

With their tattoos and their piercings, I don’t give money to beggars in California.        ...

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My life seems to last forever now that I’ve start aging
The sudden onset aches and pains start engaging

My home is in a theme park petting...

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Gonna take my comb outa my pocket,
May as well kiss it goodby and hock it.
This is much less trying, 
although close to frying.
Just stick my...

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Limerick crochetés: Portrait of a Dead Brit Nazi, Lord of the Lollypoppians
             ...

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Crisp January morning stillness
holds dampness in the air.

Mistletoe still hanging in the trees
and everywhere.

I inhale deeply to rejuvenate my
sleeping senses.

The fresh smell of winter, my...

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I'll be happy to be a leprechaun
That silly green hat will be worn.
If ye share yer pot of gold with me
A leprechaun I'll be happy...

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At the foot of the mountain lies a wide verdant plain
With rich flowing breasts tend its enchanting brethren

A cuddly care that nature does, in collaboration...

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