Brum Poems - Poems about Brum

...The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distre......

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...Day out I met a woman with glasses on and she sat upon her bum; She smiled at me while we both caught the midday blazing sun. We walked along were the band played loud and the audience ate chips......

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...Stitched on patches and fur all gone We both grow old we’re getting on I remember well that long past day When you arrived on reindeered sleigh The joy I felt on that Christmas morn With shouts......

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...Beep beep as the car drives past Zooming around so very fast Wow, Look at him go Sorry, but no time to stop or go slow! Whoosh whoosh as the airplane fly’s by White tracks in the sky as it fly......

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