Craig Poems - Poems about Craig

Handcuffs for Chief Craig who snuffs! No longer seems one who bluffs, Empty his third boxed up Snuff; I could not help “An Enough!” The act capturing as duff, Performer to nostrils rough… Pity had I for Craig’s nose Brownish Powder hoped to close: Bad Air spreads each time it blows, East/West: wherever it goes… Craig’s fights with snuff getting tough, Off Craig should...

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The lady down the lane Who resides at Cottage Number 19 The Ambulance just took away I did not know her actual name Nor where she came from If in fact she even received vistors Or had a family of her own Nor where or when in fact her funeral will be held The only thing i can recount Is her garden was...

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Dog Soldiers of the secret Scottish regimen Go in op of your creatures that lurk in The shadows I know you've found more Monsters than the world knows and the Labyrinth of your coven remains legend Since many hundred years ago and the Rumor goes your lair has many bottomless Pits of where dragons, werewolves and Selchies dwell within the gates of hell... Well...

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This man loves Newcastle United football club, And has overcome Graves’ disease thyroidal, By having an op to remove that deathly snub, Of his prowess in the swimming pool brutal. He won a bronze in the 100 metres freestyle, At the British Swimming Championships 2012, Then at the UK championships international, Those for disabled people, he won in...

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You starred as Batgirl and as the green babe in an episode of Star Trek. You died of breast cancer and your fans and family's lives are a wreck. Breast cancer is a big threat to women, it's what many have died of. You entertained many people and because of that, you were loved. In 1971, you starred in...

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"Proper Pam im-promiscuity carries a tepid torch against the blank footlights of a dimlit digital marital marquee---last on the billing of a car-null double featurette like a black and white bijou plotless rerun hand cranked by an arthritic arm; pit pursuant of quicksand lust with a gray gaze monotony able to hitchhike from a plavce point left only undetermined, I've seen more action from...

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He seemed an ordinary boy until he found the supreme joy of snowboarding, made it an art in which no one can take a part without recalling Craig, and how he was the start of all that’s now. He is recognized by his peers as one of a few pioneers who brought snowboarding up to par, esteemed as other snow sports are. It now...

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While cleaning my house one night, I heard a noise outside real clear. I looked out the door and to my surprise Ol’ Wes, ol’ Craig, and Rocky was there These little varmints, are varmints indeed, Three pesky little coons. They live to investigate what’s on my porch Those silly, silly goons. I shooed them away by stomping my foot But they sat there...

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