Frock Poems - Poems about Frock

Two church mice scurried along, rolling their dice and squeaking a song.. The congregation gathered, This day it drew a throng. The little mice quickly hid as the church bells gonged.. The sermon began. People seated in the pews. All rose to sing a hymn and sat again for church news.. The sermon was on "the good shepherd and his flock." Suddenly a...

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A man in a black frock he told her to forgive. He said one must never bear a grudge in the short time that we live. But she has memories impossible to erase, She still sees a face in her night screams. and she can hardly recall the time when she was but a child, lollipops and ribbons didn’t last...

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Sappho, fragment 155 loose translation by Michael R. Burch A short transparent frock? It's just my luck your lips were made to mock! NOTE: This is a translation/interpretation of an epigram by the legendary Sappho of Lesbos. Pollux wrote: "Sappho used the word beudos [?e?d?s] for a woman's dress, a kimbericon, a kind of short transparent frock." Ode to Anactoria (I) Sappho,...

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One little girl with a smile on her face Comes to us with a promise of taste Her products are the best with milk as the base It’s AMUL- the taste of INDIA Frock with polka dots is her trade mark dress Red on white adds more beauty, no way less She stands for true taste &truth It’s AMUL-the taste of INDIA Girl...

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In a loose constrict In what I am doing here It occurs to me A commonality Between a Cat Lassie And a Potter sometimes in a Frock. It must be understood The different characteristics Of admire, aspire and inspire. The inventor of the lavatory The wheel, the motor engine The meteorite mother of us all. All I admire. I exist, my feet are not sore And it’s...

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Nature poses in Her spring frock, dressed in all Her regal splendor. And tends Her gladiolas, in the guise of a flower vendor. Her hair perfumed with jasmine, Nature poses in Her spring frock. And the epitome of poise, She sits gracefully on a rock. She wears a hat spun by the sun, adorned with a sweet yellow rose. Nature poses in Her spring frock, looking...

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The day came………………… But he didn`t……………. Red as a rose she is; Her eyes sending out , That irresistible charm- No man could escape. Her long black curly hair- Dangling along her bosom- Set free in the wind, There she is ,blushing. In a corner of the park, Wearing that occasional – Eye-catching li’l red frock, With a few black curls- Playing hide ‘nd seek- Through the loose...

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