Croquet Poems - Poems about Croquet

Discriminating palates garnish salads with shallots But when eating croquettes avoid mallets ...

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You’ve always let me win at croquet and I could never figure out why until the day I saw you smile into the sun and move your lips in silence and wink to a passing cloud and purposely hit the ball astray....

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There once was a lady with a story. She made it up for fame and glory. Her topic, a bit risque. A naked game of croquet. The description was very gory....

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a pickling gate in a jar of curdled milk. Sour then? Saw a shrimp paste running did we? Heavenly scents of...

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Border guard hoops and hedgehog balls; striking flamingos; painted-rose walls...

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I miss so many things: the old pear tree, which once lived by the walk and the bees inside. The bees almost never stung, but made the most delightful buzz. The smell of the pear blossoms and the fruit as it rotted on the ground. I even miss the colonies of ants, which swarmed. You...

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When Nature frees the lotus (This year's debut emergence) From their sleeping seeds, When they begin to cress the surface, I shall stand with broadened smile, My heart's joy augment threefold; And when the lillies burst In galvanic...

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and now we bask in the bloodlust waiting for another reason to whimper, “why do they hate us?”...

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