Gift Of The Gab Poems - Poems about Gift Of The Gab

...If anyone would like to have some community fun, please send me a limerick(s) in a comment or soup mail. The famous Blarney Stone, some can't resist When in Ireland, it's on tourist's che......

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...Few and far between doggerel delights Google gets it with sesquipedalian surprise Forgive and forget gift of the gab The sweet spot isn't always wizardry with words So vis-a-vis what's tried and ......

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...I am not sure when I was given the Gift of the Gab, I know my brother was first to take it out of the bag, As soon as he was able to grab. It took me longer to take a peek into the bag, But wh......

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...They had for him come in a cab: Mister Sabinus for short, Sab, A guy with the gift of the gab To receive wounds or the wounds grab... If only he'd leave fast - A Crab! He'd prevent what handk......

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...The Mask I wear is of a Comedian Not showing the world I hurt For when you laugh or cry looks the same Sarcasm is rooted in pain. The Mask I wear is of an Introvert Being lonely than risk not ......

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...Great Talkers Those blessed with the gift of the gab Are really found without Love As everything they say To a prospective suitor Sounds like a Love Poem Designed and written especially......

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...He was light of Complexion But that was only a Reflection Laughingly he was not a complex Man That was the fast race he Ran On his feet he could Think This would be the Link Of yet another busi......

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...A friend I'd like - someone like me Fun and cheeky, full of integrity. Gardening lover, nature attuned of life's useless baggage pruned perhaps also a crafter of words Enjoying too, the flight o......

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...They call me gobby I’m just all mouth It’s like my hobby You can call me ralph I got some larrup I don’t shut my trap It’s like I gallop This gift of the gab I’ve got more mouth The......

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...The return of the master. Sadly, it is not the master himself It is the victim of the trade in the shelf. The return of the master. The man in black Has a heart that's dark To the race of the......

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...The man of eloquence With all the aptness of words And craft of speech Silently sits on the fence Holding his tongue tight And see the fun when tasteless Jokes being cracked upon The poor, weak......

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...IF IN IRELAND I WAS TO STAY I SURELY WOULD HAVE A GO AND TRIED THAT BLARNEY-STONE TO KISS WITHOUT DELAY SO THAT I TOO THAT GIFT OF THE GAB BE ENDOWED THAT EMERALD ISLE ARE SO WONT TO ......

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...Dare to look em in the eye, By eye you will transfix em, Looks slipping, getting older, why, Personality must, be arisen, Handsome once, but long ago, The prince becomes a frog, Gift of the ......

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...My eyes you conquered with the might of Alexander, Puru I gladly became at that thunder. My heart a plaything became at your hands, Unconditionally surrendered I time thousands. My lungs hype......

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