Dinghy Poems | Examples


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Premium Member Playing A Tune On His Dinghy


The jury said the defendant was guilty
So the judge ruled 30 days in the klinky
If you visit the slammer
He'll be in his pyjammers
Playing a wee tune on his dinghy

Premium Member Playing a Wee Tune On His Dinghy

The jury said the defendant was guilty
So the judge ruled 30 days in the klinky
If you visit the slammer
He'll be in his perjammers
Playing a wee tune on his dinghy

Premium Member A Rash On My Dinghy

Can you hear me, I'm singing a happy ditty
To help brighten your day and get rid of the shitties
If you send me flowers
I'll just try to devour
The roses, coz others give me a rash on my dinghy


Dinghy

string and the dinghy
iron string dinghy full ****
strong little dung nose

Premium Member Break My Dinghy

I walk a fine line with this limerick thingy
So easy to fall off and break my dinghy
Intentions are good
I'd be good if I could
Gonna try real hard if another chance you gimmie

Premium Member Pretend You'Re On a Dinghy

The old philosopher is at your service
To help you get through life's big circus
It ain't all that tricky
Pretend you're on a dinghy
Sailing the south seas with happiness plus


© Jack Ellison 2016


Premium Member Playing a Wee Tune On His Dinghy

The jury said the defendant was guilty
So the judge ruled 30 days in the klinky
If you visit the slammer
He'll be in pyjammers
Playing a wee tune on his dinghy


© Jack Ellison 2015

A Dinghy Ride By Starlight

There is an echo even now. Awakening 
From haunted dreams, late in the night
A memory of a dinghy ride by starlight:

The noise of the motor reverberating
Off the coast, above the rushing waves,
Cold and damp from sea spray and rain:

Phosphorescent glittering streams in
Our passing wake arise from unknown 
Depths as we skim their salty matrix:

A shoreline strewn with the debris of
That unending war: A warning to steer 
Clear off, but to keep a parallel course: 

Dark ragged hills like a rip in the fabric
Of a jet black sky and the ghostly white 
Foam of the relentless Solomon Sea:

Speak not of crows for I have seen them
In a mist shrouded morning at Rabaraba
Where they held their nodding congress.

And Champion’s surprise at finding me
There, upon his arrival, was worth a
Hundred voyages into Anuki Country.

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