Best Posh Poems

The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid...

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I have a friend named Archibald Green--
Strangest pig farmer I've ever seen.
Now, this weird friend of mine
Always transports his swine
In the back of his stretch limousine....

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Pish Posh, I was taking a bawth round about half past three
When all of a sudden in my window I spied a man in a tree
He was leering and when
I looked back again
Pish Posh, he was gone, guess he freaked out at the size of...

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A posh lady from posh avenue Tarook,
   Broke a nail when reading a book,
       A cataclysmic event
  Causing her such torment,
Her emotions were quite overtook....

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I have a posh poodle whose name is Miss Sentry
All night she stands vigil to stop a theive's entry
But she treats them like kin
And ushers them in
As if they were noble French gentry
            ...

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The posh Tart. 

She, an old fashioned girl, when walking past me
dropped her handkerchief, gallantly I picked it up.
and hand it to her, it was scented and had enticing  
aroma of womanhood. Said her price and my face
fell into the street where it was...

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It was our first date and I had to impress her
While fighting the urge to move in and caress her
I’d have to be subtle and somewhat refined
And show her an intellect dwells in my mind
It wouldn’t suffice to say, ‘Fancy some nosh?’
Took a taxi uptown...

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‘Oh I say isn’t this spiffing or what?’
says Jeremy taking the horse for a trot.
It will be pheasant for dinner which the butler will sort
followed by Havana cigars and a nice drop of port
in the billiard room where the gentlemen play,
then a nice game of...

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Posh Poetry 
How was I to know, the invitation to a poetry reading was a posh affair? 
Thought it was the usual thing with sausage rolls and warm red wine.
Felt as the poor relation to the royalty of poetry, sensed I was ignored,
 no one...

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He made his way across the pond
when he was twenty-three,
an upper-crust Brit who even spoke
the finest, English R.P.
His name was Albert Framingham,
but to all the people here,
he’s the posh, English cowboy,
and lord, he knows no fear!

The first time he ever rode,
he fell off seven times,
got...

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Posh Avenue 

Beautiful avenue big trees on both sides lend dignity to palatial homes, 
tall walls with broken glass on top and silence. Yet it is the wrong kind 
of hush like a solid melancholy that April days are unable moderate.
This wide avenue has little...

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The turbulence of a tube in a rusted bowl is akin to a striped sky. Acronyms are quite quick to jump over a lake at dawn. And districts discussed dominatrix in an iron ball. Cavitation clapping in a vest that is pink. And five hundred...

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Oh you
Maker of this golden street
You must know
It does not matter
Whether one follows
Or Leads
But them all ****
On your good deeds 
Whenever, they are on
Your golden street....

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April  2051

Diary I've been having some kinda
Bad luck lately. Because fate just
Seemed against me. What is going 
On! Okay let me tell you diary. Sheba
Wants to move in here. I'm holding
Out for as long as I can. My job
Interview is Now for May 3rd....

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It's just one of those things you say
When your friend has got carried away
She thinks she's all posh
She won't eat any nosh
So I just say Oh Apple Pie

Its one of those things that you eat
When your veggie or not eating meat
Its a lovely little pie
but...

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