Best Theodore Poems

Tediously bored, Sir Drake
Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes
Jam coats his chin with gooey paste
A beard of crumbs hangs from his face
His manner somewhat hard to grasp
Small fingers smother giddy laughs. 
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To sup he’d need a tuning fork
to confound the smacks from lamb and pork.
Lanky...

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This man was affectionately nicknamed “The Stork”.
He played only two seasons with the Mets from New York.
George was a native of Salt Lake City.
His major league baseball statistics were not pretty.
When interviewed, he would often deliver a vintage quip.
He would have played longer if he...

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In the historical archives, many trails have led to
The making of a legend, those born with the pioneer spirit
Of individuality, bred deeply within their soul.
Such was this man we called, Mr. President, Theodore Roosevelt.
A cowboy rough rider, whom wrangled his way with true
Grits fight, making...

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On that day, in Aug 45
Bomber over the city that's very much alive
Nervous crew, cloudy day
Pilots instructions, open bomb bay

The words above as the pilot has said
What happens next the World dreads
The catch releases as Little Boy goes
Are they really enemies, are they really foes?

As...

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This here's the story of a jaunty young fellow
His name was Theodore J. Wigglesworth
A distinguished sort of a chappy he was
Who lived in the small town of Perth

Every morning at the very first light of dawn
Mr. Wigglesworth could usually be found
Sitting on Margaret Higginbotham's front...

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For Theodore could take no more
Packing his things, leaving for good
Never looking back at the door
Saying goodbye? he never would.

He was always told what was best
For Theodore could take no more
His heart pounding out of his chest
Breaking through, feeling where it tore

He felt an ache...

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Stuck on a hybrid labyrinth race track in undue course

Crash helmet cracked under the raw tempo of stagnation

Chequered flags waving but a motor running against the clock

In reverse and the traffic prohibits pit stops for tyres and fuel

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Standing tough, no matter the outcome. Sister Jean's 98, good to be backed and a school like Loyola Chicago, well they got some talented players, and now they are going into the final four.

Fight the good fight, stand up for the little guy, all this...

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Children love teddy bears
They keep them company
Children imagine that they are real
And they can feel, hear and see

Teddies are a child's best friend
Be it girl or boy
Many children have Teddys'
They are their favourite toy

Children tell their Teddy's everything
All their worries and cares
Nobody agrees with children
Like...

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So easy to call him Titch.
He's just a tiny teddy-bear.
Yet I, a grown-up man,
feel a strange affection.

Affection, yes, for something fluffy,
and all you can do is look at it,
talk to it – or should I say “him”? –
and leave it on a shelf, table, desk.

Ah,...

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*One very early Christmas morning long ago and far away, I was hard(ly) at work again. In the spirit of the season, and being a child again, I offer a poem I wrote as a tribute to Dr. Seuss:


What walks through the forest,
And shakes all...

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