Butler Poems - Poems about Butler

Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume “How much do you get?” “What’s the pay….. What’s the pay off he said Not speculating today Feels great This location is inside of you Sugar bored and wont talk Never through it all a way for a block Out of my bourbon Soo clean eyes will come A thousand armies and a thousand moors Until you never loud...

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it was therefore disappointing but what ain't hardcore science fiction climate fiction ecological lollocks hero's journey balloon juice Patrick Stewart on the baliset is the definition of rock and roll keep your expectations low going into the cinema keep them low on the film keep them low on the audience for there can be no greater relief leaving the theatre when you say to a friend, 'thank christ everyone...

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Not pied but a piper of a different sort, Partakers tend to frequent cuff and court. He seldom leads prefers to follow, Decorates flesh while insides hollow. And slowly lets his ways go shady, And lowers bar on choice of lady. Will blame the Mayor and Council Board, As if actions be not of his own accord. Why all’d be in his favor...

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*Image of Suspicion & Doubt by Pixabay. Suspicion Fell on the Butler 'Twas a murky damp eve at the big house, A frightening hallway clock tolls troll-less, Hark the wayward butler a standard louse, I glanced via the house he's gone I guess. You're confident you've dug in everywhere, Every nook and cranny cracks in the fence, All we found were pipes but...

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For him quirky incidents are not very new, Being adept seasoned butler for years a few; Dead fly in the chicken curry they bluntly cry, While gladly consume entire pork and mutton fry...! My ballet missing! A lousy one loudly yells, Must be the butler, the other so firmly tells; All hell breaks out; like high hills, heap...

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Murder was served at the table. The fellow is dead, not stable. Page turned, nothing could be subtler - Suspicion fell on the butler. It was the salt and peppering - It’s clear his oversteppering was found out this night…all knives out. Stone cold - the butler gave a shout. The poison sealed the rim of glass to coup de gras the loudmouth bass. Another...

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Suspicion always finds the poor butler. This time, he was carrying a large box. I think I saw her fingers--if not her perhaps it was her sister's golden locks. People say that she slapped his lovely face. Not one to pass stories loosely, mind you, but a grain of truth may favor this case: She loved him, but I hear, he wasn't...

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Suspicion fell on the butler. one scone was missing a chair askew. The constable scratched his chin tapped his note pad. The butler stood Idly guilty in the doorway. This was not the first such incident. The Lady of the Manor strode into the room, surveyed the situation muttered under her breath. The constable observed her behavior. Discretely followed her to the garden where she inquired of the gardener “Where...

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In the house where I was born We tied our laces in the dark Then shuffled down the stairs without a lamp. We breathed a foggy whisper On a window webbed with frost And we swore, and we swore, And we swore the vows of knighthood every day. In the house where I was born We ate our breakfast standing up; The better for...

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For if I had a pence for every pound, I would ponder first for it to be sound, For it bears on my soul, I contemplate, Do they that is endowed suffer this fate, The teaching I present whose life is poor, For I fear naught my dream be it grandeur, Then having the means, beyond all measure, As dreams are a...

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Like a butler with affluence in an experiment of own creation, Counting the amount of celluloid before any fireworks is triggered, I gnawed the vapour that was an outcome of a prolonged moan, And, held a long serge scarf wanting to place it gently over an open mouth. Scavenger with an open scull letting my brain be picked, By mocking...

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Scarlet O'Hara, Arrogant misunderstood belle and beauty, from the plantation Tara caught up in war, love for Rhett, and her OWN survival and money, she made a dress from green velvet drapes, fiddle-dee-dee, honey. Rhett Butler a handsome rogue, a charmer, a gambler of many a dollar, with knowledge of women, EXCEPT Scarlet, is that WHY he was enthralled, his final...

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What the Butler Heard Extract from a memoir Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall, Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball. Noses upturned with a touch of conceit, Hob-Knobbing with gentry and gentleman elite. Colonel recalled, his luncheon with Churchill, Discussing backbenchers and a new Commons bill. Shooting down Stukas, Captains claim to fame “We had no choice Sir, Hitler started the game” Lady Bell...

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SON OF SLIGO To William Butler Yeats - Feb 5 2017 You'll feel the voice of Sligo's heart in pubs as music plays, while spirits of the viking's quest comes on, and here it stays; their mournful song of blood and death 'tis not what it's about, but bonding from much harder times with friends while drinking stout; their singing...

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“Our own Festival of Youth Sport reminds us that the potential to achieving the highest starts with home grown talent.” It's no jest. Karen works for the Girl Guides, the finest. She has spina bifida causing weak legs, And started shooting in the year of 1984, With the Duke of Edinburgh, open door, The top award scheme where...

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