Fellows Poems - Poems about Fellows

in the city of York, an English town odd old buildings of russet brown surround damp streets of cobblestone pathways finding the party zone jesters strike around half past noon slapdash fellas crash the shambles saloon with a splish splash, they dab a bath the last stop on their dead-beat path zag scalawags like to rally at a mish-mash mosh pit sally peaking the...

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The Iranian Mullahs Are not especially sympathetic fellows Through their teeth, they lie All over the world, innocent people die...

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Getting up early to embark on a trip, a snowy drive to Jersey. Trying to quell my heart's rapid beats, favored songs in my speakers. "Hey man, I don't want to be alone, not for this - not again." "I've got you, bud - when and where?" Visiting his grave one more time, now two years from the day. Thinking of stories of him, trying to...

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Little green men visited me today Cute little fellows, they wanted to play Wearing pink space suits With high heeled space boots Asked me for a hug, thought I better obey! Oh boy!!!...

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Advice to Single Fellows By Elton Camp Husbands know expressions to watch out For single guys, here’s what they’re about The wife’s use of “fine” you better abhor She thinks she’s right so you say no more Ask “What’s wrong,” & “Nothing” is the reply Then plenty is wrong & you better learn why When to your plan, she states, “Go ahead,” She doesn’t...

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. Rise my fellow's insert the skies the sequoias the damsels the precious parts of your hearts ...

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there lived two young fellows young they were they enjoyed their lives to the fullest there lived two young fellows friends they were they enjoyed loving girls...to the fullest. and i know these fellows nice they are so are the girls they were loving. and i know these fellows smart they are are they smart enough though is a question and i know these fellows bright...

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Early in the morning And till late night, They play cards, And return to their homes, When they were drunk. They are feeling free, They never thought, About their children, About their wives, And how do they run cooking? They wore dirty clothes, They sat near dirty hoops, Sun arises and sets, They turn as a tree shadow, Made a circle around them. Who comes to their homes? Why children...

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