Long Croquet Poems

What if I ,
Saw a waist-coated white rabbit,
Pass and disappear down a hole
Would I think I was going quite mad
Or would I want to follow him
As he exclaimed I’m late!  I’m late!
For a very...

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Alice, did th' afternoon grow long an' dull; 
As your older sister did read an' mull? 
While in your mind, boredom grew- 
That you'd grown restless no one knew! 
That's what came before th' fall-...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a...

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A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink 
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck...

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We had breakfast on the Champs-Élysées this morning at Café Joyeux. Their croquet monsieur (a breakfast sandwich) was to die for - one bite can cure a hangover. They also serve a deep, rich Yirgacheffee...

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Morning

The doctor called the next man in 
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence 
As he wrestled with despair.

A minute passed before they spoke 
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered...

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The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze....

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You cannot shift a mower with a motionless stance but a stance is not a stanza nor a stem so never put fifteen flowers, blades of grass, and a sweater together in the washing basket....

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ALICE  MEETS  ULYSSES


On a string up in the sky  her activity was  flying a  cat. 
She just wouldn’t say, the  lips were sealed,
Up there with ceiling wax.  She...

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Laura Tonon was her name, at the new school my only true friend per se
Astonishingly she’d taken to me, offered to help with my English every day
Unwavering was her big confident smile, even taught me...

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There’s Father’s Day
There’s Mother’s Day
Why can’t there be Brother’s Day
Maybe in the month of May
Set it up without delay
A Brother’s Day
Mom and Dad would probably say
A brother always gets his way
On Brother’s Day
Where would all...

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If a pink elephant rides on a green wave then the tarantula will be under great pressure. Chains are a peril. Particularly when placed upon a coconut. Technical difficulties are often solved with the clear...

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In my playground of imagination, I think about the game dodge ball
and all the skeptical, harmful, things I dodged in life
I think about hopscotch, as I hopped over hurdles, laughed at the outcome
I think of...

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I miss so many things: the old pear tree, which once lived by the walk and the bees inside. The bees almost never stung, but made the most delightful buzz. The smell of the pear...

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’Tween hither and thither while wending our way,
skipping, dancing through sand dunes in seascape croquet
and woven in waves watching dolphins at play,
I first tasted her lips in the ocean’s wild spray.

Mystic moonbeams, suffusing clouds’ shimmering...

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Godzilla groaning 

A clause with claws.
Scratching.
Scraping.
Alongside bereft dignitaries.

It is amazing how any womble can be stuffed into a suit.
How rather dapper then!
But not a dappled horse for they are galloping in a startled herd.

Neigh neigh...

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His dreams of buttered toast and trains became
  Beleaguered by town-planners and architectural sharks
Who erected on his green and pleasant visions
  The blight of sunless tower blocks and concrete parks.
Once bicycles and potting...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXV

IF you pull a long croquet face
While picking your teeth index and thumb over molar
Canines will drip corrosive acids on knuckles and nails
E'en if you lose anonymous...

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Oh do you dream of England,
when Spring is in the air?
The hum of bees on gentle breeze
is all that you will hear,
except for farmers, turning hay,
in meadows far and near;
their spotted, knotted handkerchiefs
tied over thinning...

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Summer’s seasoned lacings, all fetching,
uplift timid heartbeats with etchings.
Sunshine warmly touches me sky brushed.
Languid summer holds playtime sketching.

Touching water’s velvet soft richness,
sensuously tender in thickness,
captivates my deepest of senses.
Water must thrill summer as mistress.

Delight I...

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It seems like yesterday
It was Valentine’s Day
We met at a café
My hair in disarray
He guessed I was fair play
Capriciously I said no way
Yet saw a certain cachet
So didn’t race away

When the skies turned blue grey
Raincheck...

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A bluebell hole is often representational of a pistol glove. Pistol gloves are often pointing out towards petals bit metallic oysters can spin rapidly out of a firing chamber and firing chambers are neither chatty...

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I’m daydreaming, I abandon the mundane
And enter a world that is beyond my brain
Where fairytale castles stand tall and grand
And the wonderland is a fertile land

With Alice by my side, I traverse with ease
And follow...

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I’m daydreaming, I abandon the mundane
And enter a world that is beyond my brain
Where fairytale castles stand tall and grand
And the wonderland is a fertile land

With Alice by my side, I traverse with ease
And follow...

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When the Special Olympics roll around. 
Otis hears the call and the whistle sound. 
Whether the games are winter or summer. 
We bring the fun so it’s never a bummer. 

In Connecticut the events take...

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