Best Nelly Poems

Nelly my mum was 87 on June -7th -11
her Writings at ...
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My sweet little momma still lives in her house. independently.

ELLEN MAY JOHNSON. (Beau Brummell...

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I’ll tell you all a story
Tis one close to my heart
Has love, Has life, It has a cow
A haystack torn apart
The man in question?
Well that...

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Rolled about a bit I’d say
Since Nell and I first met
Denver down to Old Fort Lauderdale

Flatland fever hit one day and
Drowning in our sweat
Mountains pulled...

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Smelly Nelly was quite a charming girl,
She wore her hair in braids instead of curls,
Bathing several times per day in the Jewish way,
Yet many scoffed...

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There's a defender among us, a friend who never surrenders or concedes
No thief is he, who offers encouragement to people with his kind deeds

A rapscallion,...

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Mark 
Creative, artistic, musical, analytical
Brother of Michael and Susanna; son of Fred and Marlyn
Lover of Nelly (Bourieau) H., science fiction novels and films, private serenity...

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The old country vet traversed Henry County over hill and dell.

He was a familiar sight in his buggy pulled by his horse, old Nelly Bell!

He...

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I live in a very small very old village
In England where everyone knows your name
But what makes the place rather odd
Is the locals who are...

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Mark Halliday

Son of a California Englishman
And a small-town Utah Mormon.
In his youth, nothing extraordinary;
Later served in Europe as a missionary.
Pianist, marching flutist, then a Guitarist;
Enlisted...

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Warrior Poet, newest nom de plume for Mark Halliday
An American citizen, gained a taste for living abroad as a LDS missionary.
Retired in 2007 as a...

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'Neath the Sacre Coeur,
Firecrackers bursting nearby,
Nelly first kissed me.

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Can you not see?
All the ducks inside your arm?
Did you think hotel paradise,
Came with no illusions attached?
Violins and rats
Rats and violins
Conductor in a white suite
Playing...

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My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet...

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Boris the wombat was very fat
So fat in fact
That he had to sit back on his hind legs
Just like a dog when he begs
His best...

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(With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer, author of "Casey at the Bat".)

The Mudville nine and Casey have their chance for sweet revenge;
They play today in...

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