Long Croup Poems

“Here the fierce with the thin pointed tail,
Who passes mountains and breaks arms and walls!
Here who with stench can the world assail!”

So my duke started to talk with his calls;
And hinted then it to get...

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DUCK AFTER DUMP PING THE DON
air ring ma thoughts - no matter aye ham 
juiced one twenty first century mwm ape
serves as genuine s cape
to fly (during pitch black hours of night) and escape
burning effigies,...

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Mommy had a cold, now Dragon has it too. Oh woe is me! Woe to you, too!
Fire’s dribbling, fluidly from his eyes, as lava flows, in a nasty watery goo.  
Coughs shoot in fireballs,...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed -...

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My life seems to last forever now that I’ve start aging
The sudden onset aches and pains start engaging

My home is in a theme park petting zoo where other animals live and rest
Each day zoo attendants...

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The Visitation


     Said Gorbelung to Gorbeling,
     Flying in their spaceship thing,
     "Over there is planet Earth,
     I wonder what...

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They were on the summit of the hill as if poised in a portrait.
The breeze ruffling the stud's forelock and mane as he arched his head
responding to the reins he moved on as his rider...

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At the foot of the mountain lies a wide verdant plain
With rich flowing breasts tend its enchanting brethren

A cuddly care that nature does, in collaboration with men
Catered to those gallant souls, nurturing the best it...

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Got up this morning and took one look
At today’s page in my appointment book
Decided that with the rain pouring down
There was no way I could make it to town
So I called in sick to my...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed -...

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The Anatomy of a Horse (written for children)

Horse's feet have a hoof, the hard part which he can pound, 
back of this is his frog, bottom part that stays off the ground.
Between his hoof and...

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My identical twin and I have little in common, yet we have this one thing.
In order to start cleaning we have to watch Hoarders, a TV show with zing.
It shows women whose houses are cluttered...

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Her tiny strands of forelock were as soft as silk, 
resting gently between her poll and soft ears-
Her muzzle slightly wet as it began to wilt
For she was saddened and brought to tears.

She had been...

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Colored Memories Poetry Contest		Sponsor: Craig Cornish            Date: 8-28-2018

Some memories are pink, others are yellow. Some big as mountains, others petite, and gentle.
The harsh ones...

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When I was a kid and I got the croup,
My mama would make me chicken soup.
Then as a special treat just for me,
She'd add an animal cracker menagerie.

Animal crackers, oh, what fun,
Like Noah's ark, only...

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Epiphany 


My tender pen writes,
Takes me out of hides,
Roller coaster rides,
My emotional tides !

My life in the soup,
Humble magnificent group !

I am dreaming in fast,
Leaving behind my past,
Quick to discover,
I am on soup cover !

It's...

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Fine tussled forelock hides unbridled pain
from stifle-lameness acknowledged too late,
withering lesser those few that remain
watching as Stormcloud takes one final gait.

Soft drizzled rain-drops accompany booms
heard where each hoof tramples dirt into dust.
Mist escaped muzzle while...

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HORSES

Knight of a famous land wanted a best horse for warfare
To buy, along with loyal consul, he landed in horse-fair
Many were on display, but one superior struck his sight
Bay coat, brown muzzle, coronet, fetlock in...

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As we talked about life and the problems we have,
    I pulled out of my pocket a can I call Magic Salve.
You rub it on wherever the pain hurts the most.
 ...

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A horse that runs wild and free
 Enjoys freedom with each stride
    No saddle on his withers be
 No grazing muzzle as a guide
    No headpiece on his poll...

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Nothing will ever taste as good
as Mama’s homemade noodle soup.
It was the cure for everything
from chicken pox to the nasty croup.
It was worth the while of getting sick
to be brought a nice big bowl.
To make...

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I named her Chestnut, color of her coat,
and love to hold her muzzle near my cheek,
then run my hand from poll through forelock tuft
down withers over croup...such grand physique.

But now concerned about her rear leg...

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The world needs a healing from bigotry and bad feelings,
The fear of Nine Eleven in the air, has spread racism
everywhere,
It is not about buildings or religions,
It's about people making ostracizing decisions,
gaining enablers along the way,
affirming...

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CLOSE HARMONY

When young, I’d had an ambition
To join a close harmony group.
But, alas, as soon as I open my mouth,
I sound like an infant with croup

But I went for the audition,
Having gargled with TCP
And practiced...

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I don't want to go to heaven
I don't want to go to hell
I don't even want to go to town
to see my sister Nell.

  She has a humped back husband
who hates me to the...

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