Digger Poems - Poems about Digger

...(To be sang to the tune of Cruella De Ville) Priscilla DeVille, Priscilla DeVille If she doesnt marry you another one will to date her is a costly bill priscilla, priscilla shes like an wid......Read the rest...

...We are the people of a new era, with patchwork hearts and longings in craters, The generation of bold dreams sketched on shards of fallen stars. Let us not forget, let us breathe in: the source of ......Read the rest...

...CONTINUES PART II: Then she departs, ... his newfound friend stands (clueless me, no intro of her) I with Rick ... waiting wife comes--(Hellooo Oh) newfound by brochure stand he says, "My wife ......Read the rest...

...MY Collaboration with Ricky Nelson in the Last Days of 1980 The eventful news of that day about what was found on board that crashed plane, won't replace that particular memory of Mr. Rick Nelson'......Read the rest...

...The hole is deeper than one can imagine yet & still they want to dig Put down the shovel & avoid the trouble for the whole of the game is surely rigged An enemy seen through wise eyes can never b......Read the rest...

...Gravely digging the grave digger digs holes for souls; waste pits plotted earth soils clogging Collections of bones for storage and mind Disposal in disguise Many a form, Goldfinch alike, are le......Read the rest...

...When my family went camping on the farm, we were blown away by its rural charm. Beautiful views of rolling hills and pastures green, It was a sight that just had to be seen. We pitched our tent......Read the rest...

...Old Digger, lifter, mover, slicer Friend of ScoopDog and Dugger Graves Lover of landscaping, building, and gardening Who feels less sharp, disused, and edgy Who fears dull blades, broken handles......Read the rest...

...My Way When I hear the song, “My Way.” I think of the narrow road I used to walk in the valley of my Shangri-La, with lions in the tall grass green crocodiles in the ditches and wolves in the ......Read the rest...

...“Please, Sam stop!” “Why? Stan, Nope” “Yes, Sam Stop” “And just mope?” “Your shovel drop” “You can’t cope?” “Soon shall hop” “Means: no hope!” “Means: You Look” “A wound-Gosh!” “Marks just......Read the rest...

...Spit fire and spin honey, the target-a wealthy man and his money. She has no other talent that qualifies, just the sum of what quantifies. She's got cause and family ties, under the guise of......Read the rest...

...For all you who don't know me, Let me introduce myself. I'm long, lean, and downright mean; And no one puts me on a shelf. I was born in Tin Pan Alley, In the back of a greasy spoon. My mothe......Read the rest...

...What do I know about maternity? The Heavily Pregnant’ Fraternity… First, labor cries a continuity, Next, shouts of victory an eternity: Lord God’s words had never returned empty, Mothers wit......Read the rest...

...mole was digging and digging and digging some more. moon finally asked him “Are your claws not truly duly sore?” they sure are, said mole, “But what can I do?” “I would use a gardening tool called......Read the rest...

...Verbose word among deaf... brilliant gesticulator among blind... wobbly loser in lonely races, harmless digger from the deep void... you have a fast hand inside the fatal night, you have ......Read the rest...