Knocker Poems - Poems about Knocker

Stop your balderdash and poppycock You're the biggest windbag on the block Everything that you've said Must have gone to your head Cuz your head's as large as Plymouth Rock...

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Mary Smith, a famous knocker-upper in London's East End, Shot dried peas with her pea shooter. At workers windows to wake them up to get to work on time Every morning Mary walks up and down the east end with her pea shooter Shooting dried peas at the shattered windows waking everybody up to that familiar tune of tap tap tapping dried peas on my window....

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Orchard tree, spotted outside our bedroom window - round and green ornaments, thrown to the ground, delicious, in my apple-knocker* pie. lifted off Autumnal floor, sliced with lemon, cinnamon, and a beginner’s grin. never gave thought to the old couple - the tree’s provision, the hammer and nail pounding ...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © Tap Tap on the window on a cold and frosty morn I try hard to ignore it, it’s still not even dawn I wish the noise would go away, then I’d go back to sleep and I could stay here in the warmth, and sweet dreams I...

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KNOCKER.B Yes here we are in the great south land, (Australia) right amongst the knockers be. Don't stick your nose up or be grand, they'll stomp yer like a flea. In the land of knockers they take joy, the newsmen shout it loud. The business people they'll annoy, if you died they'd steal yer shroud. These up jumped yokels never were a...

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