Best Tipple Poems

Four kegs, they’d left on the rye field’s bare crest
gone were the skittles and the balls of wood.
Four kegs empty of magical brew, strewn
upon the...

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My  cider comes from Somerset,
I likes it coz it's strong.
Tis made from apples good and sweet,
wiv flavours thats a real treat.
What's more I likes...

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(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).

W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg



"dans...

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Devastated at the news I've heard.
Totally shocked this is absurd
The passing of a Welsh legend
Proud to have served my butty friend.

He started his long career
As...

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haiku candle, its steam
    crafted of purple lotus and gold —
         i tipple its...

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Ron desperately wanted to have a girlfriend
He’d looked after his old mum right till the end
Ron was a tall and extremely attractive guy
Unfortunately poor Ron...

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Here's to you, Dandy Don, ol' mate!

   We in Soup jes' think you're great!

Ye who dwell in the land of the dingo,

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Old Bill (written by by Steven Cooke)

Old Bill died today
He was a grumpy old sod said Mrs. Grey.
Fool thought me,
For you do not know what...

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I went out with a boy called Andy
Whose tipple was Courvoisier Brandy
     He was a typical bloke ~~~
   ...

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They come from darkness,
Eager to the lighted place.
Cold hands clasp warm -
Hi! in a welcoming embrace.
Proffered camaraderie cuddles
Kindred spirits in a cloud;
Buzzing breezy banter oozes
From...

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MORGANITE

You sprang up like a shoot,
And art translucent to form.
Acrylic with tears the norm,
Brush strokes of life; resolute.

MAW SIT SIT

My memories are dim
Of me and...

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Woe is me to the DLV by Gypsy View previous topic View next topic Go down  
 

Location :  Marton, New Zealand

 



Oh...

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I once had a neighbor named Jody,
Who liked to drink wine spo-dee-o-dee,
Other spirits she'd tipple,
Hell, she'd even drink Ripple,
But only chased with diet sodee....

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DO  is the mixture for my daily bread .

RE  is the beam of sun , on my head .

MI  , well !...

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Yes, I love beer
And beer loves me,
We’re as thick as thieves
As honey is to bees.

I can’t help but wonder
What life would be
Without this golden amber,
Not...

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