Cooter Poems - Poems about Cooter

...My Furr Babies The echoes of their playful purrs, A haunting melody that forever stirs. Cooter, Biscuit, Gizmo, my feline crew, Left behind, a heartache tearing through. Cooter, the apple of m......

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... Carolina home In the great Palmetto State Place where I was born Boy was free to roam On a ninety-acre farm Free from fear and harm In dirt, sand or mud We sandlappers had it all To wor......

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...I Walk Midnight Arena All Alone O' chalice of the world, mystical sphere Treasures born from ancient raided castles What of palid crescent moons hanging low And the broken arm of heart's rabid......

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...Cry ‘en out runty Court, corny core country coon unroot. Ornery, yet not your crony too. Uncute nut one rut —or cooter coroner. Neo coy Cure concert tune crooner. Once re......

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...Time to Go? By George W. Clever-----9 September 2020 Have we over-stayed our welcome At the party for Depression and Booming Babies? I think they want us to go. But to where I want to know? ......

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...When the Duke boys tried to jump over my house, they crashed through the middle. The damn General Lee landed on top of me and put me in the hospital. The Dukes apologized and said they meant no har......

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...Poor old cooter with a limp pee shooter Feeling no levity his battle versus gravity Doc says if you will just pop this little pill Life has returned to great now that things are back to straig......

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... “Cooter” By Tom Wright There once was a blonde bar room shooter, Who would travel around town on a scooter? She was real slick, At chalking a stick, But she couldn’t best her boyfr......

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...I was born in nineteen sixty nine just off the block and in my prime now let me introduce you to some pertty good friends of mine Let's start with my uncle Jesse to me he looks like he's nine......

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...I watched as the old train chugged heavily up the hill. Puffing and puffing the smoke completely shadowing J. Gastons’ saw and paper mill. Then I saw what looked to be another train coming dow......

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