Bloke Poems - Poems about Bloke

Spoke to a bloke from Blighty whose wife wouldn't wear a nightie when she rolled over he told me her ankles were tangled then turned back her throat strangled all the more 'I can't retire' she sleepily said so instead she wore bloomers to bed ...

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A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke An honest child who sprang from truthful folk Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke News of his heroism quickly readily broke Giving some...

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he sits in front of us with his family nice touch but then it is evident from his long pig face that there; has been some foul play the sweet woman welcomes us before proceedings with a monologue of length i stare at the seat in front of me cake wasted and my wife brings a Coca Cola the bloke...

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bizarre stuff in fact, she'd never visited a golf course before in fact, as i took my daughter to the clubhouse toilet i held the door open for her the contents of the coffee was all over the floor i hit my tee shot against the trees and the ball ricocheted back onto the fairway 'Good shot!' my mother yelled there was a...

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World has gotten far too awake, Fancy gender issues to rake. Sex, a matter of choice, One follows inner voice, As suits self choice, one bakes one’s cake. A non-binary brick Has broken old rubric— One male-female that goes to make, And woke, a brand new bloke, Out, old order to choke, Suffers deep slumber and can’t wake. _____________________________________ Happenings |11.04.2024| Limerick, humour Poet’s note: J...

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He cracked a nice joke But she did not laugh! What next: her ribs poke? No! That should be Chaff! Or her cream hair stroke? She’ll strike him a staff! New wish is a yoke: Dreaming of A Cloak And – Yes – Strokes are wrong? Their affair not long… Knows he Ann wants Cloak But it’s not Canned Coke So, might he try jokes He’d kept for...

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he keeps saying it's gonna be a bumpy ride but that's life and all these spin-offs about juggernauts space fairies and helmets with no chin straps riding in his space cow across the galaxy i'm considering a chin-strap-beard we are one tonight i explain to the human geography teacher in the lounge that i am a completionist i don't just watch some episodes, but finish the lot he counters, "did you...

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I’ve always been a fit bloke and can’t remember when, my last visit to a doctor was, and what for way back then. I’ve always eaten what I liked and drank gallons of grog, then had no fear of the morning, and a hair of the dog. But just a week ago at a reunion at my club, there was...

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the kids are going nuts one almost keeled over one inquires about the whereabouts of the large-caliber pipe pistol one gives the spheroid a handshake and hug the arm like an tartarean eclipse with a surreptitious star-nosed mourning mole on the end of it one gives the projectile a high five, invented by a basketball player with four fingers but what about him? who is he under the cycloidal...

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he's been there doing that for about twenty minutes it's both palms on both face pastries he was here the other day laptop in front of him bopping and biffing like in a boat race chronic stress? enervation? or giving the epidermis something to think about sod retinoids and clarins maybe the brain is fusty needs a few yawns too like the sound of...

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there's a bloke in this cafe wearing a cape a macabre, satiny number who does he think he is? no one brings it up? this clobber this kind of attire who wears 'em? the neanderthals? wolverines with thick fur sewing tools around the campfire a fifty-thousand year old siberian needle for hoodies and beanies the man of steel used to be evil perhaps like this fella with...

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there's a bloke in this cafe wearing heart-shaped spectacles they're a mauve slash purple colour but they're not your franklin bi-focals john hegley said you could trust a man in glasses (big time) harry angstrom felt naked wearing glasses his posture is overblown he's sampling his tea genially with an extensive face he's immersed in his smartphone like that horse that needed lenses rothschild with his...

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I Am Bloke... I am bloke you see that I happen to be, from Terra Australis land, and who likes to write about the many things I’ve found, that it is of the bush, the scrub, and other places be. however, it is most of all are the animals that interest to me, who creep and crawl about inhabiting our land, and in the course of my...

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I Am A Bloke. I am a bloke you see that I happen to be, from Terra Australis, and who likes to write about the many things I’ve found, that it is of the bush, the scrub, and other places be. however, it is most of all the animals that interest to me, who creep and crawl about inhabiting our land, and in the course of my...

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Have you heard of Sir Walter Ralegh That once-famous sailor bloke Who brought home a cargo Of leaves for folk to smoke He may have been a gentleman An acquaintance of the Queen That cargo of tobacco Contained a poison, nicotine People started smoking Who never had before They thought it sophisticated And fashionable whats more Without a thought of tests For its effect on health The sale of...

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