Best Nippers Poems

The happily ever after...

He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the last door.
He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother,
And asked himself why even bother,
This whole darn...

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i wait at night, look for your star
i feel you close, but bodys so far
taken away, removed all your pain
your words and your wisdom, were the things that i gain 
long late night chats, getting blind drunk
sharing a beer, or smoking some skunk
i miss all...

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Stunningly dressed, stirring in her crib, spring awakens.
Plants and animals ready for the princesses arrival.
Rolling  waves of aviators, nippers, roamers scurry all.
In turn blooming blossoms, blossoming blooms flavor froth the air.
Nourishing rays, falling rains provide the infant sustenance.
Gathered, gleeful the first born takes her seasoned...

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Walton’s Scrapyard

Mr Walton was our local scrap man
He wore a great big hat
His yard was squeezed between 
Two terraced houses
And I was always amazed at that

The yard was full of junk
Rusting scrap
And old tat
Tangled up and piled up high
That was fascinating to a Nipper
Like I

Old...

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holy wars
not right… way back when
not right now
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why fear religion
why believe in fear of god
abused nature… fear
~
sieve good from bad
survival of the fittest
evolutions real
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would humans survive…
no technology… why not…
of course, we could...
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push… pull… no wheel
it worked once… will work again
moving together
~
the wheel… used in war
dynamite…...

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The Meandering Brook
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the brook meanders across the moorland,
dividing heather and bracken with banks
adorned with wetland flora, looking grand.
sandy patches, fauna can fill their tanks.

birds of many feathers' quench their thirst, bathe.
water shrew, get lucky, a chance to gaze.
a dipper where the bank widens; washed rock.
the...

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A bloke who hails 
from New South Wales 
will know of Gundagai. 
Some guy found gold, 
or so we're told, 
in days now long gone by. 

I grew up there 
without a care 
when both of us were nippers: 
she was my mate - 
her...

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I wear my little dogs like bedroom slippers
They rush about the house, those little nippers
The black one and nut brown
Up the staircase down
Sometimes we go to town
In my bedroom gown.

They run with me upon them through the woods
I love them more than all my wealth...

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A night tide expels it,
leaves it 
wallowing.

Salt has blistered,
nippers gnawed.

The carcass tumbles.
Tattered flesh flaps,
bone snaggles bone.

A figure emerges,
as if a mangled person
was escaping 
the weakening clutch
of tentacled coils.

Waves lap
at the lolling mound,
cavities rupture,
gas bubbles take
luminous shape.

A figure emerges,
hatching
from rancid offal,
it stumbles toward
the lights of a...

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Hedgehog, O hedgehog
dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet.
In England
where the tickly grass grows
greener
we galumph in our rubber boots
up to your little
Hobbit nests
beneath the thorny bushes
were you rests.

We the ever scampy
nippers
fill tin cups with wriggly worms
leave then there
by your dinky
mossy dells.

All the pricky hogs
come from near...

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Thee overthier sed whet?
Put pint darn, spek thou tripe!
Thou must oo-n thy own thoughts
Went aside thou harse tuther day
Heard waling tuther side thy do-or.

Arrghh, tis whet thee sed? Nowt!
Eeeh, but sed nowt that’ll change mi mind!
Went to fieght too much thou does thee!
Feight, I’ll feight...

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Never knew my grandpa's,
they were too old.
I cannot now sing
true grampus songs.

I get all teary-eyed
about those two dead and gonners.
I dream of going fishing with them,
listening to their tall tales,
and, well you know,
just getting along fine with the old guys.

Hey Grandaddies, what's up?
Do you look...

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Mr Dennis...grimace..what the Dickens is going on...the menace 

Inevitability of a celebrity on every terrace at the tennis..

The profanity and insanity of rampant vanity..

The gist..a D list tryst to bathe in the narcissist mist.. 

Blame.. tame or maim same lame fame name game shame.. 

Rich...

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I caught me a Dingo
I named that dog Bingo
He was no more than three

He watched o'er my nippers
And fetched me my slippers
What a good dog was he

One day while out walking
I heard people talking 
They were talking 'bout we

"Look at you and that dog"
"That cur...

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