Mcgee Poems - Poems about Mcgee

Old smiling Mickey McGee Cheated everyone he knew As selfish as he could be And of morals, he had few He cheated playing poker And he cheated on his wife Just a real local joker And a scoundrel all his life One night while with a lady Her husband caught them both in bed His name was Sean O'Grady Who shot Mickey in the head Now on...

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Social Misfit Mr. Mollander McGumphry McGee Took his hen for a walk down street seventy-three Dancing beside him was a weird lunatic-like chickadee I am glad we do not look that ridiculous said MM McGee The hen kept her mouth shut, for she was brighter than he Ridiculous is not the half of it she later told her sister Bree No...

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It was a cold wintery night for the dead When I cremated Sam McGee, she said I heard the wind yell out “the lost is found” As we put his gold urn in the frozen ground I had never heard the voice of the dead before On that Tennessee plain, I said “Sam, you’re no more!” But Sam was not finished...

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Jacob R. McGee© “Jake” was what they called him with respectfulness and awe Ever’ since he came up here from down in Arkansas Never was a bully who’d confront our family Cause my Dad, was the big and bad Ol’ Jacob R. McGee Theres’ stories told about him right up unto this day Like when, with just one hand, he picked...

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It was late one night when Finn walked in And sat next to McGee at the bar McGee, looking down was wearing a frown While Finn lit up a cigar Finn saw McGee was in mourning By the black band he wore on his arm And approached his friend so slowly With tactfulness, Grace, mixed with charm "McGee Who died ?, and...

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A young lady named Laurie McGee She had an incredible crush on me So long since besotten, My name soon forgotten She met up with Timothy McFee. written weeks ago, June 21, 2021...

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McGee walked to the pub one night And right inside the door He saw a ten pound note Just lying on the floor The next day while at church He told his Priest of the task The Priest knew him well And so he had to ask "And I'm sure you did what Jesus would, After finding such a find" "Of course I did Dear...

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Down in the grassy meadow in the stump of an ancient, dead tree, surrounded by clandestine hedgerows, lived the indolent Mrs. Molly McGee. A prickly sort of gal, she was, with a long, cold, pointy snout. She rocked all day in her rocker, and sniffed everyone out. So beady, small, and blackened her wily eyes fool most anyone, but only she knew her secret news: Her...

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He owned a pet chipmunk named Georgie McGee who loved to eat almonds while counting to three little by little he inched his way in nuzzling sweetly right up to Quinn who never thought squirrels could live duty free He ravaged tomatoes and ate little leaves while Quinnie reviewed every pet peeve he dug...

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McGee was needin' a drop you see So he headed on down to the pub But as he arrived, he heard a small voice Say " Don't go into that club" Turning around there he had found A Nun with her fist in the air Saying "Don't you know that drinkin' a sin, A sin your soul can not bare, And besides that...

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McGee sat in the corner of the local pub With a puzzle laid out on a table He had worked on it, fitting the pieces When he had time and was able Tonight was the night and it happened like this That McGee was to realize his goal He stood up and cheered so all there could hear As he pushed...

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The Samaritan, A maniac to the blind; A saint in God’s eye Maniac McGee, A fool to peers and others; God’s Samaritan Born to be crazy… Love’s allegorical boy: Maniac Mcgee…...

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His name was Lattie McGee. I never met him, and he never met me, but he touched my life in a profound way when I saw his face on the news one day. His little body was bruised and battered, every bone in this child was broken or shattered. He was tortured to death at the age of four, on the south...

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McGee and McJock had been friends Through thick and thin over the years In times of uncontrolled laughter With others of unrestrained tears Closer than brothers were these two But, disagreed on only one thought As McGee claim Jesus was Irish McJock swore that Christ was a Scot Well, the day came, McGee passed away Like best friends, McJock didn't wait He passed...

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She bares the marks of a life lived hard, her face the giveaway. Faint scar above her brow, chipped tooth, deep furrows that should be gentle crow feet to compliment her gorgeous eyes. She used to be pretty, now a concrete blonde of fading beauty. Named Roberta as a baby, but the...

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