Best Jenny Poems

Let me tell you the story of Miss Jenny Prime,
who spent all of her days making everything rhyme.
It was thought she’d outgrow this strange childhood spell,
but her fetish just grew and made her parents’ life hell.

When Miss Prime was a baby, still sporting a bib,
each...

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Poem written based on the ABBA Song Thank you for the Music
I got the idea for writing it this way after reading Darren Watson’s Poem ‘And then I Kissed Her’ My poem was written to say a very special thank you for the person who...

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I’ve been to every corner of this good old U.S.A.
From New York to Miami; from Seattle to L.A.

I’ve visited state parks from the east coast to the west
And many famous cities (San Francisco is the best).

But somehow in my travels, a few states I have...

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Happy birthday to you Jenny
Hope your big day brings you plenty
Keep a bright smile all the way
Your mom sings your praises today

Soon you will be driving to school
Don’t forget to follow the rules
Enjoy your day with a buffet
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to...

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Lenny was 30 and still living with his old cheese, everyone called, Lenny’s mum.
She was always on his Cadbury Snack to go find a trouble and strife for a chum.
“Geez, leave off mum, I’ve been looking down at the Punchbowl rubbity Dub”.
“Well Lenny, go to...

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Hour upon unending hour, day upon unending day,
quietly, in her prison, our dear Jennie Butler lay.

No curses did she utter, never once did she complain,
though hands and feet were gnarled, swollen, and burning with pain.

Instead, she smiled, told us jokes, those she often would repeat,
and...

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Look out lads here we come
Couple of wild girls out for fun
Perfect hair and makeup's fine
Brand new perfume, we smell divine
Skin tight jeans, mini skirts and skimpy knickers
Can't wait for the party its theme is 'Tarts and Vicars'
It's Saturday night we're on the pull and...

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Flashes of gold flecked with green
Pull me into their deep seas
With a sense of truth unseen
She laughs with her gentle tease
Her entire face seems to glow
With a sense of clean purity
Youthfulness that you will know
As she makes her whimsical plea
Forever abides within her sighs
Coloring her...

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You were the first who ever befriended me,
back in elementary of 93'
How I wished we kept in touch longer
But you're just a memory now
No pictures of us at all having fun,
Sharing secrets about our crush
we seemed to like the same guy
but that was never an...

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My sister
Jennifer Ellen -
sweet Jenny Wren,
like a mother hen,
is my comfort.
She was born 
two years after me.
Though I’m the eldest -
the teacher -
she is the one
in our family
who nurtures us
when we feel blue.
But also she is
a lioness!
Once she rushed 
to defend me from
the cruel remarks
of...

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Private Joshua Bronson wrote this letter by the camp fire where he lay,
Nigh a place called Gettysburg where a great battle loomed next day.
He'd bid farewell to Jenny and his children at their humble cabin door,
Nearly two years ago to join his regiment to do...

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Now I think I have to concede
My Jenny horse eats too much feed,
Loves her chaff, loves fresh grass,
But through the barn door she can't pass,
Clearly a case of food stampede.....

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I loved you once, Jenny Teapot,
Until that love turned sour.
You poured the finest Yorkshire Tea,
On the hour, every hour.
But the love we had, went off the boil,
In a most disappointing way.
Betrayed by your affections,
For Darjeeling, Assam and Earl Grey....

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Sweetheart
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Comin Thro the Rye
by Robert Burns
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
Oh, Jenny's all wet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
 
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye.
She's draggin' all her petticoats
Comin' through the rye.
 
Should a...

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