Cruet Poems - Poems about Cruet

...It's not a crack to the skull But the yolk is prepared in a bowl It is diluted with water It's not a pint over the head But the beer from a bottle It is diluted with water It's not fish n c......

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...Cock Tales For Two Sunny Saturday morning and Mass is over. Sacrifices were made, Vestments in hiding, Cruet of wine is emptied, by me, in me, not down the drain. Chasuble is hung exposed,......

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...I always reckoned I could cook, great tucker for me need, yet the kids and missus turn their heads, when I serve up a feed. Now the wife has joined weight watchers! She reckons she’s obese, so sh......

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...Only one room of the home of thatched roofing Night nest my childhood grew up On the reed mat, at the cow dung floor We slept in a line warmly in whole room With the portion of my dinner, give......

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...As you climb out of bed, a muscle twinge lands you writhing on the floor"AAhhkk!!" getting up, you bang your head on the knob of an open drawer "OUCHH!" now you know it's not your day, the Devil'......

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