Crumbly Poems - Poems about Crumbly

...I'd chosen you as my flunky - Your hair - Neanderthal red, You'd hurry towards my shrill calling, De-cloth me and roll me to bed. 'Textured', you woo-ed, 'mild and creamy', Said I'd never last......Read the rest...

...she babbled over the gosip. citing what she thought was fair. She mentioned people she knew and some she didn't know. And emsized who didn't care if they cared they'd be here helping wiff the pie......Read the rest...

...Whitestone Hoodoos Near where I live, just up the hill above the airport, is a place of mystery and wonder, a place wizards might once have dwelled, or young warriors wandered in search......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...She saw it to be an excessive thought tasting the clams in her crumpets a tad bite sweet and crumbly ......Read the rest...

...This was the way it was In my childhood days With ancient and tried Crop farming ways. Up to the ankles in slurry, Muck fork in hand, Ready to spread manure To fertilise the land. No tractor ......Read the rest...

...They are dying in the gutters of China, welded into apartment cages – children dismembered from the arms of pleading mothers, protesters pushed back by tanks~ oh well, a few get squashed... ......Read the rest...