Best Mince Poems

He Did Not Mince Words

He did not mince words with his news;
     his thoughts came forth like putrid ooze.
No need for...

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Let’s begin with
A strong fresh
Brewed Greek coffee
The aroma alone,
Will wake up 
Your senses, 
Allow you to
Let go, to keep 
An open mind to delight
And excite...

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Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the...

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What's up with Santa


Chimneys not swept Santa isn't happy
He is sick of the soot making him snappy

Families have lost the one thing that gives a...

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I have a lovely daughter, who is a lovely mess,
for every rule you give her, she will have to test.
She’s always just inside the lines...

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He was so charming, but never a prince.
Sweet words he chose to mix and mince.
How could my mind have been so dense,
To let my heart...

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Those condo cowboys are clingin’ to things that used to be,
Starin’ out those city windows or sittin’ on balconies.
They can still smell the country, the...

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There's something I'd like Santa, may I ask,
I don't want lots of presents, just this one,
delivery won't be an easy task
so do the rest, leave...

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BUTCHER PETE

In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete
Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet.

RADIOACTIVE  SCUM

The Russian...

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This poem is written for a mate’s dad
The family left feeling awfully sad
For their Poppabear passed this week
A better life he tries to seek

A Son,...

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I was a Butchers boy. 
I delivered peoples meat. 
I went round on a bicycle 
to save my aching feet. 

Some people liked our Pork...

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A Tribute To Peter Duggan 


What can I say as tribute to this great man
the kindness in his poems just beams out
His great love of...

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In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
            there was no...

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people say winter is like death
a fearful reminder of someone last breath
but have you ever sat and wondered
winters beauty and beauty wonders
the snow that falls...

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Dear Santa,
As you may well know, 
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead, 
would...

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