Chuckie Poems - Poems about Chuckie

Gnarly Marly smelled like barley Stinking up her old man’s Harley He was a tough guy who did not mind Secretly a marshmallow, always immensely kind They rode their hog in all kinds of weather Marly perched on the back like a cardinal feather Her man Chuckie was a rare and odd find With a Harley that was always waxed and shined...

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I reached level forty-one no probs, And won the game, but had sobs, So that that just failing was fobs, If I determined not to join the slobs. So the next time I reached it, had bobs, Because it felt wrong to veer from your hobs, But I failed the level at the last post, robs,...

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Golden is yourself, so Harry is golden, And there is no reason not to eat eggs, So the twelve eggs are also lain golden, On each level to signify there’s no begs. The ladders are pink to remind us that, Women can aspire by climbing to the top, By using their brains and character to...

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Different lengths Different breadths. Surfing sometimes Hard at times. Pausing Dossing. Stretch Etch....

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In time good will return, Predicted and rhythmical, So that you will go up, And be arithmetical, To prove there’s free rides, Some astronomical, And that they’re for players, Who are relational....

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I loved Chuckie Egg because it reminded me of life, With its principles which seem many when in strife, But which are few, like seven or eight, alive and well, Robust, vital and sensuous, and which you can sell. Chuckie only had eight unique levels, were repeated, They were repeated five times, with one culminated, So...

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There once was a hot gambler named Chuckie Who played lotto to make a fast buckie Much to his chagrin He never did win ...

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