Cocking Poems - Poems about Cocking

...Stepping to the plate, he stood at four foot eight. Sixty-seven pounds, that was the batter's weight. You probably wouldn't think to look at this punk, that his club held a punch, as to bat, he ......

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...A lake, landmark to locate easily my nest like home, a center to ever widening concentric city, lies without life, no fishes, no ducks, no mosquitoes, not even microbes exist within. Li......

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...Poor Fido is last in the queue For cocking his leg on the yew He hopes the other dogs Don’t produce poopy logs He’s bursting to pee and then poo!......

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... If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D in bilingualarity "come walk with me"? Wallowing a dance a snake charmer fla......

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...Oh if I were a true poet one that could write a good rhyme I would compose a few ones and earn myself a dime. Why, I'd write about man's folly, as the robin said to the sparrow: "Why are men......

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...The Eagle An eagle in a tree cocking its head scans its surroundings searching for meat to eat amid the torridity under a cloudless summer sky while the sun’s rays reflect from the ......

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...that day the policeman was in a jolly mood he sang on the job as he gunned people down listen to his out of tune song while cocking aiming firing his machine pistol emptying the clip into runnin......

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...When I was in Bangkok Drinking a can Coke While the Cock Crowing loudly ,"Cock -  ricok" It reminded me about Peter When he  denied  Jesus Christ After  the Cockrooster Crowing  thr......

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...I was blessed to have born in the good old USA and adopted at age thirteen. Blessed to have been brought up in a beautiful small town surrounded by great mountains, and grass of the color of eme......

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...I was blessed to have been adopted at age thirteen. When hunting after a torrential rain I slipped into the Potomac river and by holding onto my pellet gun, when it slapped the mud, the cocking mec......

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...Every day I wake up to the cacophony Of a murder of crows cawing on tree tops As the sun emerges from behind the hills They take to the skies in one and two, Sometimes together ......

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...A bird is a wonder flying in the air hopping on the ground or warbling a song Pure entertainment all day long A bird is a curiosity cocking his head this way and that ......

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...Ten days afloat in a very small boat Since watching their aeroplane sink When one of them died the rest took a vote There was nothing to eat or to drink One said we should eat him to keep us al......

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...Bank robber Jim was one unlucky bloke Went to draw his gun but the holster broke It dropped on the bank floor And went off with a roar The shock was too much and he had a stroke... Though ......

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... He moves quickly through the underbrush I follow close behind, pushing Briars cautiously with a hand prepared To let go hastily and a throat Holding onto a shudder in response To th......

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