Best Knackered Poems

(to be read out loud)


I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
	nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
	gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.

I'll...

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What is beauty? 
I wandered from place to place to find out the true meaning of beauty
I pondered over various books to trace out its...

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She had a bit of a problem
Of which she was reluctant to disclose
Her wardrobe was full to overflowing
With a wild array of clothes

She justified this...

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>Although I love writing, I would also like my books to sell. Then I can grant my wife her wishes and buy her a house...

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The clothing she wears is obscene,
And knackered her washing machine,
She washes by hand,
But please understand,
Her knickers are never too clean...

for Jan's Limerick contest...

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Wrested from my writing by a drone
which signified that I was not alone
in its black and yellow jumper it had come
fat and furry, bigger than...

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T’was the night before Christmas
at home by the fire.
as weary and knackered we thought we’d retire,
but then we both heard it, a knock on the...

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What are these on my nose?
They're also hooked on my ears,
Oh of course it's my glasses,
So I can see things near.
What's that creaking noise?
It sounds...

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Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!

Economize, be...

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I was perched upon a wooden bench beneath a bottle tree 
when this worn out wiry ringer stopped to rest his gammy knee. 
I’d been...

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Knitting gives me pleasure.
Keeping me occupied.
Keen to create with some
Kaleidoscope colors.
Knowing cold winter has
Kinfolk's teeth chattering.
Knackered knitting for them....

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To those who have sold their souls to be evil.
To those who worship none but devil.
To those who can’t enjoy life without causing harm to...

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Bad evils are flying in my stomach.
Inferno is burning out and reaching its  apex in my heart.
My nitpicking mind is calculating the pain of...

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Marauding through the suburban
 Merry-go-rounding through the  city landscapes,
 Marauding through the city ghettos;
 Merry-go-rounding through the Metropolitan,
 Marauding through the city gates,
 Spluttering...

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Bad evils are flying in my stomach.
Inferno is burning out and reaching its  apex in my heart.
My nitpicking mind is calculating the pain of...

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