Burberry Poems - Poems about Burberry

...Sunday morning sardines Sing trademarked sermons No gain, guitars must be clean To harken out the predetermined Donation cards in cursive fonts A prayer for a new patio to Crosses finished li......Read the rest...

...The sweet smells of Christmas linger Like the pine from our Christmas tree, The gingerbread fresh from the oven Has always had a special appeal to me. A fresh pot of cinnamon cider ......Read the rest...

...All the time smelling of musk, On a road willing to busk, Now an Elephant with tusk, Ready to hang on till dusk, But the songs sung Empty Husk... Third World Poor Entertainer For footwear Red......Read the rest...

...The only good chav is one swinging from a rope Strung about his long skinny neck Chocking the bastard to death slowly Thus ending his petty little life once and for all Doing us all a favour and ......Read the rest...

...Endurance: Keep changing perspective; If only to combat the dwindling light~ Each droplet of tear from me shall shine, My beauty shall stand tall, I shall bloom to the happiness of those I ......Read the rest...

...A fearsome gale tearing through Torry, Took young Dot and Tyson away. She met a dodger, drunk and ned as well, Stuck for words, whit wid she say? Now, evil wis lurkin’ aroon’ the cor......Read the rest...

...WICKED COMPANY I was walking down the street minding my own business letting the day breeze along. All of a sudden you pulled a knife on me and what could I do? You took my cash and left me brok......Read the rest...

...He changes diguises and identities To throw surprises at his enemies He is visibly invisible In that his inconspicuousness is critical forced to keep eye contact minimal Enter the stone cold criminal......Read the rest...

...Hey love it's six o'clock in the morning and where the hell have you been? Oh, I forgot you was hanging out with your male friend. Come a little closer what is this scent I smell Beyonce's H......Read the rest...

...The African Cartel has been on a "clean up" mission, filled with stories of debauchery and extortion, Their trails stretch from the streets of the Financial District to families that are ivy leagu......Read the rest...

...God is in the vapors of my breath the aroma of my Burberry the vents of my airplane abouve and bellow my sorrow God is in my pain my courage my past my present God is in my Eur thin......Read the rest...