Long Londoners Poems

Waiting for bubbles 
Here on the pitch 
Hope there will be no trouble 
From Liverpool being in a winning niche 
Known for being paper back writers 
And always having the attitude of being fighters 
The...

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Peppie was feeling cool  

Watching the sky blue  

Realizing he was on top  

Above good ole rival Klopp  

When Chelsea arrived  

To the beehive  

With intention  

For a...

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When first I saw London, it was in a book in the library,
But then I came to England, experiencing its history.

The Bridges over the river Thames, like sentinels over the city stand...
While the long Buildings...

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Liverpool showed very early they have a goal 
How very cold? 
But the Londoners got off the couch 
And stood tall without a slouch 
They scored one really quick 
Giving the clock not much time...

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When first I saw London, it was in a book in the library
Then I came to England, and experienced its history.

The Bridges over the River Thames, like Sentinals over the city stand
While the long Buildings...

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The year was sixteen-sixty-four
A comet crossed the sky,
And Londoners looked on in fear
Convinced the end was nigh.

The streets which once were paved with gold
Were now awash with waste.
A swarm of flies and scourge of rats
Foretold...

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A word once spelled out  

Defining what Saturday Night was all about  

Lads from Bay City  

Scene colorful, enchanting, and ever so pretty  

Roller and rocking  

Having one number that...

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Bells burst across the town, the city, all over London's workhouses and minories
A world of glad and beautiful things rush into mans hearts bringing back memories,
Days of darkness and trial, scenes of fraud, faithlessness fade...

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you pay your college fees
you fall in love
you plan the babies
and save for the future
you book next years holiday
and give up beer
and 
when life is planned
and the future looked after
you are running five minutes
too late...

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I.

Higgledy piggledy
Roger de Coverley
Fonder of hoofing it
Than of romance

Found himself typified
Characteristically
King of the Reels and the
Lord of the Dance.  

II.

Willety wallety
William the Conqueror
Wanted his subjects to
Quail at his power,

Crowing to Londoners
Hyperdespotically, 
“Look, everybody, I’ve
Built...

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Something happened that shook the ground 
The Hammies were victory bound 
Two goals up late in the game 
They thought the words of relegation would be tamed 
Suddenly, the seagulls started to pest 
Not allowing...

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As I walk through the turmoil of ADHD
I wonder to myself, why did it have to be me?
what happened to me as a child?,
to make me feel so wild?
why cant I control my mouth and...

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The games are on in London!
All the athletes are prepared.
I hope they brought their brollies*
For their trainers** won’t be spared.

Security is spotty,
As Mitt Romney had to blurt;
But Cameron was reassuring,
Though quite miffed and curt.

For Londoners,...

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In London, the crowds got to swoon
At a 20-foot orange balloon
Of a baby, quite plump,
Looking very like Trump
As he often appears – a buffoon.

His huge mouth is agape with a scream,
Surely spouting a foul-sounding theme
And...

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