Best Knobbly Poems

The old man stood;elbows resting on the old stone wall
Wistfully he gazed over the snow laden field,
Watching the sheep nibble on bales of hay,
He thought back remembering his working day.

In his leather like work hardened hand,
In left palm carefully placed a tobacco slice,,
With his right...

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One day I saw an alligator,
He said, "May I take a bite?
Your fingers look real juicy
And your legs will fill my appetite."

I said, "No way Al baby,
My fingers are so handy,
My legs I need for walking
In your swamp where it's so sandy."

I said, "What about...

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DEFORESTATION
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Topical Tree Poetry
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Deforestation rife!
From copse to woodlands
And trees on their own suffer the knife!
Deforestation rife!
Rainforest to jungles,
Arboretums to parklands suffering strife
Deforestation rife!
There is suffering unseen.
To all macro, micro, wildlife.
Deforestation rife!
The whole world pays,
yes you, if you're married your wife.
Deforestation rife!
Nothing is safe, trees breathe for...

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    My dear miss Camella, you move with such grace, 
    And your lips are so sweet, flies swarm round your face   
    When you first...

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On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football

The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a...

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There was once a woman
who lived on Sheffield's London road
with greasy unwashed hair
black crooked teeth
and huge wart on the end of her nose.

Her eyes were wild and staring
she had rickets and fleas
had hairy legs and knobbly knees
She stank like a million skunks
she hadn't a bath...

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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
  she star-gazed past the misanthropic
  vantage point, two...

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Hairy Mary, really scary
Hairs grow from her nose
Some sprout from her pointy ears
And in between her toes

She's got hair on her fingers
and her one remaining thumb
I can't confirm the rumour
That she's got a hairy bum

A hair grows from the mole
That is sprouting from her chin
Her...

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Each night I fall awake
 a good days sleep before I wake down
I'll pretend and make the smile
 upright into to a frown
You ask and I'll get down for you
 and stand perfectly wobbly
Meet you on the shore with the sand
 so smooth and knobbly...

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NATURE’S SINGLE DADS:
THE AUSTRALIAN EMU

The next sixteen months:

CRR-ACK ~ “That’s loud,” he exclaims getting up on his legs, so knobbly and thin.
He looks down to the ground, 
where he first heard the sound,     
and says, “Now it’s your turn to begin.”

Hours...

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DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's shopping
His hands numb from clutching load-packed plastic bags during the two Kms and more
The sore reddish-smudge of a sun cocks...

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Opening bottles

Men can
Women can't
Not always anyway.
Some women
Have men's hands
Knobbly and strong
Take my late mother-in-law
Hands good for
Wringing heavy washing
Lifting pints of Guinness too!
Me, useless, needing a man
If only to open my bottles....

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TAKE THE BUTTERFLY

Take the butterfly is what Mark likes to call a surrealist word painting
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“Halt, who goes there?” 
I said to myself out loud, and then I answered me in a soft loud slow dulcet tone type
style of voice and said.

“Who goes were?” 

I surprised...

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I just found out about my knees.
You know those thingies, if you please,
those knobbly bits which no one sees;
the ones you bend, when on your skis.

It happened when, and quite by chance,
it hit me, on our trip to France.
A stabbing pain, a pointed lance;
they went...

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Horrendous Fruit

“Ah my eyes!” the acid sprays,
From the knobbly whorled display,
Of the thickened orange skin,
Pith and citric acid akin.

I take a bite of segmented fruit,
Cells explode and sour does too,
My eyes fall closed, My faces is scrunched,
As on the awful food I munch.

“One piece down!”...

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