Chopper Poems - Poems about Chopper

I took a long look at him: Body of user of Gym Wants muscles, not to seen trim; His Agnes might remain The Slim! There a Tim trains, so does Kim; Then, why can't he Mister Jim? Yeah! About time Jim went to Gym Or Gym does reverse for Jim. While training follows his whim: No Rock Music: sings God's Hymn, Glass of juice filled...

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There is time when there is time And there is time when there is no time My next door neighbor, a loving lad My Lad, You travelled west You went far away, to fly back Away to come back in a plane A plane to seek my hand in Love My Love to keep and fold Now, my distant seeker The seeker rode on...

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Charlie the woodchopper of Fremont began to build his new home, it had to have an elegant dome with a golden trim glittering at night. Charlie couldn't afford a Victorian mansion and settled for a modest ranch with small rooms and a patio with a sliding door; there, apple trees swayed and stranded cats played... Brawny, the dog, guarded the house's windows from that...

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The Chopper Cyclone Oh Wild Wind! Why so rude? Oh Dear God! Why no mercy? Waited for rains; what we got is rage Nursed hopes; only horror remains December last, unbridled floods, December this year, the Wild Wind Gory events; misfortune manifested With none to stop; our life is on hold Oh Wild Wind! Why the dance of death? Felling thousands of...

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It is day number twenty-one. I've been awake for a week, I think. The ride in the chopper was fun... But my hair never slept a wink! I love how the Universe speaks. The tap on the shoulder, a whisper From angels who know time has ceased Asleep, til her prince just kissed her! A tragic event - I might die But i woke...

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Way back then, when my years were gold. A chopper I was, I'd been told. I would leave one morning, and get back that night. To my wife this caused, a terrible fright. One trip I took a nasty fall. time after that, I broke my jaw. After a while, we decided I should quit. I was sick and tired, of all...

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