Long Hat trick Poems
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At last her hat seems to make sense,
A trick and a way of defence--
Worn with deeply low grips,
Was barrier to Trump’s lips,
And to hide eyes from prying lens.
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Happenings |32.01.2025|humour, USA
Poet’s note: Trump’s inauguration. He may have won second go as president, but it was Melania who scored a hat-trick at the function. It was her hat that stole the show and a lot of stir in social media. She wore a specially ordered hat worn deep-set so as to hide her eyes. Besides, with its large circumference served one more purpose, as this ditty reveals. See the photograph when Trump tried to kiss her.
Hooray!
Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats.
Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets.
She skis down sugary mountain tops.
He begs his coach to play shortstop.
Footballs, field goals, fumbles.
Touchdowns, tackles, tumbles.
My mother keeps warm with hot brown drinks,
as I learn to skate on chilly rinks.
A sadly splintered hockey stick, from a two-quick hat trick.
A winning catch is cradled in a well-loved mitt.
Tiger wins with a hole in one.
Miniature golf is much more fun.
Double dribble the whistle blows.
Excitement on the court grows!
Busy balls dunked in their hoops.
"Hooray" the three cheers for the ALLEY -OOP!
5 down..for just 84..what do you do.. try and survive..shut the door..or instead more hardcore jive...out on the lash ..go to town..
On his way to 184..borrowed the crown from the real deal surreal cartwheel Panto clown..smash down the door..
Red hot..bespoke with the oak..smoking..old school Ben Stoking..first ball stroking for four..
Robin Hoods with the wood..forget Bazball..score quick..this is rabbit out of a hat trick Bazbat…the latest riff…
Smith so svelte..helter skelter..velvet belter..decided with his tintin quiff..to go.. well biff..Indian tiff..felt..smelt.. the tangy twang pang..dealt a dashing dollop of crashing flashing banging wallop..
Every Test tragic.. loving how Jamie and his magic torch did scorch..the run reaper..nearly took number one spot with the fastest ton..still got..the highest ever Test score for an England keeper..and only 24..
Let's rant…about Smith and Pant..the Gilly God above giving his nod..the Wizard of Oz..Lord of the willow sword..showing his love..for the zen of the men or bruvs with the glove..
The notorious adored odd bod panto Pant.. and his brother from another mother..glorious
Smudge not giving a fudge..not just giving the scoreboard a nudge but an almighty Blighty budge..
Smith's sublime partner in crime… dirty flirty Harry also got them shirty with some barnstorming performing..
A nifty pretty shifty 150..as north..met south..our poise boys..from the Republic and Surrey..hitting not just a flurry but a slurry of runs in a hurry..
Will give them some slack..but if there has been a faint Bazbat taint..always having a crack..all out attack..a lack of that knack of restraint..no looking back..artists with only one way to paint..
Willing to adapt and change..us fans rapt..still immense offense but with more defence..alright common sense ..
Smith and Brook wasn't an..off their trolley volley folly..the way they played..slayed and flayed.. by golly made sure the Hollies..still held sway..eased their dismay and stayed jolly..
Won't pretend ..was always only one way this was going to end..
Jamie.. Jamie..Jamie and his magic torch..
(Lyrics written to the tune of: "That Old Black Magic" *NOTE: Maintain forward tune throughout all six stanzas; last three stanzas don't revert to original tune wherein, tempo change)
That old hat trick just didn't go so well,
That old hat trick had socked me to a bell,
Those icy fingers up and down my wool,
Came from that old schoolmarm
taught at their high school,
The sound of jingle that you hear in me,
It's the time that bell had just broken free,
Down and down deeply,
round and round in me,
They'll try to have it free,
and done quickly,
goes bye bye I, drops me
washing-meany ...
Lily White
Being firm and money tight
Headed to the golden sands looking just right
There was Mr. Bourne and his mouth
Packing the cherries to go south
“Young lady what can I do for you?
Maybe a pint filled with my special brew?”
Looking at him
Innocently no sin
“This should be an easy win
Three points in the bag
Upper table move a good brag”
Everything packed away
Mr. Bourne had nothing to say
We are going somewhere to be on top
Develop a winning crop
Feeling sorry and remorse
Not needing to be seen in a porsche
Lily White did not open her net
Cherry pickers score they did not get
As for Lily still in her white
A draw ended the plight
Nothing on the board
Except cherries being stored
For the foxes weekend picking tour
Later on the Red Devils
Went looking for something below their level
Playing inside Aston’s Villa
Still a
Chance to pick off the buzz
And the west ham that never was
Due to a foul
Red Devils Bruno went POW
Before the half ended
Second goal green wood tended
A healthy break in the lopsided war
Turned Aston’s Villa into a boutique store
A hat trick was commenced
Ending the suspense
Aston was done
In a match they fantasied they won
The fans are wild and crazy -
It’s the name of the game…
The game that’s most watched on the planet!
No, not American football -
Why it’s the soccer match of course – what else!
You’re simply an outsider if you’re not a fan –
Everyone covets that annual Ballon d’Or
And if you don’t, you’re so very odd!
Every country is represented -
Soccer is the Olympics of sports.
One eye on the dreaded penalty box…
While watching for the bend, that feat of magic,
For the screamer to see why it’s called a screamer,
Loving that howler as long as it’s not by your team,
And when your team has fallen behind,
Is there a better goal than the equaliser ?!
Praying for a brace or better yet a hat trick
Aiming for the GOAT
Hello…! the ‘greatest of all time’!!
Where have you been ?!!
And when that final whistle blows…
The whole world will take notice
And rise for the winner of FIFA !
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 18, 2018 for contest 2018 WORLD CUP sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
It’s Simply Magic
It’s just a little bit of magic, to enlighten your world;
It’s just another illusion, to fool the boys and girls.
It’s just another magic hat trick, with a rabbit inside;
It’s just another cut the woman in half trick, where nobody dies.
Because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
Yeah, because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
So if you want a magician, to fool the kids,
Then just give him a call and he will come and use magic.
With a pack of cards, or China’s Great Wall,
He’ll show you the impossible.
Because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
Yeah, because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
I think you’ll like it, not a little but a lot.
He tries his best, to put on a good show.
His bag of magic tricks, hide the secrets he’s got hidden
And how he does it, nobody knows.
Because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
Because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Written By: D. Collins 1/31/26
I predict a hockey hat trick is coming soon.
Where another poor soul will meet their doom.
There's a saying that death always comes in threes.
And the Grim Reaper doesn't like to be teased.
There'll be countless abductions before the hat trick.
Then the shock and awe of another government hit.
The hat trick chooses not to be ignored.
And has one foot firmly wedged in the door.
The last breaths of freedom is surely on the way.
It is right in front of us each and everyday.
A hat trick is coming. It is knocking at the door.
When will we decide we're not taking anymore?
Lying there feeling warm and replete
Looking up to the sky, this is real neat
I never thought-that I would see three
But that was just granted to little old me.
The first as I lay in the water so hot
It flashed through the sky, a plane it was not
Within twenty minutes the second one flashed by
Two shooting stars in the same bit of sky…
Before the hour was up the third came into view
What a brilliant night watching the stars that flew
Three shooting stars is my first hat trick of stars
Lying in hot tub they shot from the plough right past Mars.
Three shooting stars I wonder what that means
Were they tumblers or stars, or somebody’s dreams
A wish I would make on each star that passed by
But they still couldn’t match the stars I’d see in your eye.
© 1/11/2012 ~GG~