Best Sop Up Poems

I had an old auntie called Mable
Who could drink men under the table
She’d tell folks of her gout
Sup up six pints of stout  -
then...

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You walk through the metal detector 
You look at me with a deep seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to...

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A Letter to Myself



Should I give up writing
Seems all this bleating and wailing
Bemoaning this lot of love
I am allocated to feel
But never touch

Should I stop...

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Longing for the days gone by
When cares were soon forgotten
Which now linger oppressively
Odorous, like fruit turned rotten.

Carefree were those bygone days
Random notions came and went
Imagination...

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You are a thief
You have stolen the shine from her hair and the light from her smile
You auctioned off every unmarked joy you took
You put...

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You melt my butter.
You sop my gravy.
There is no other
like my redneck baby.

You're the frost on my mug;
the salt on my pretzel.
You really squish my...

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we all suffer from fatigue
we all suffer from pain
we all suffer mood changes
we all suffer personality changes
we all positive and negative
we all withdraw from 
we...

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A listing of the fires 
and all the survivors 
will be provided

Names of the dead 
are written on broken cobblestones 
at the bottom of the...

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fumble, bumble, flop and drop

yes no doubt i am a sop

this new years resolution

uphold my constitution

dust myself off with a mop....

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My Yard the fruit bouquet By Weston Gregory

Its gonna be that day again, 
when the sunshine reveal the morning
And makes you smile,
To watch a petal...

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Pardon me sir, but did you not just break wind?
Pardon me sir, but don't you feel a bit chagrined?

Pardon me sir, but I deem your...

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I am.  
by Richard V Fraser

Who am I, I am Jamaican

I am the mix of African maroon, Scottish, Irish, German,English, Chinese and Indian

I am...

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John 13 (Part 2)

And now the hour was well advanced
for Him to take His leave.
He'd go the way His Father said
and leave them all to...

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As we see of a day unforgettable
Of a great betrayal,
As we were mired in a misadventure
We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal

We, the...

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Pink, cotton candy clouds, bandaging blue,
sop scarlet from a hemorrhaging sky.
Purple pigments add a violet hue,
as a setting sun watches Autumn die.

An icy chill sucks...

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