Messrs Poems - Poems about Messrs

...I Mr. R. was in rapt reverie Mr. M rowed the boat A last minute rescue mission For otter gone over, for a Piper Not Pied, but he may as well have been Lured the junior from Mr. Portly O. Otter......Read the rest...

...Black hoodie, black gloves and a black balaclava Allegiances born of belligerent father A council estate with yards full of tyres A rucksack that’s laden with tin tacks and wires Cars outside......Read the rest...

...Mine is the duty to scream Mine is the duty to shout My country is bitterly divided Its Congress can't figure things out The rich get richer; the poor get poorer That in itself's no......Read the rest...

...When I was young, my father wrote poems, lovely poems, in Yiddish. In one poem, he called me, his only son, his 'kadish'l, the one who would recite the Kaddish, the Prayer for the Deceased, for him ......Read the rest...

...Charlie was dead Charlie was dead: to begin with, There is no doubt whatever about that. I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas and Little Dorrit his faithful Tom Cat. There’s been hard t......Read the rest...

...I want to live solitarily High above the scenery And so I did for quite some time Until one day they began to climb And finally reached the top of me That was Nineteen Fifty-Three When mess......Read the rest...

...Moronica’s ruler is in a situation no good. Herman the Sixth and Seven-Eights is chopping wood. Yes, this poor guy is now a deposed king. How could Messrs. Ump-chay, Iks-nay, and Am-scray do such a t......Read the rest...

...LOOKING AT MY SPAM A guy with a busy-life like me has everything he could want, right at fingertips: I can “stop snoring with a dentist-designed mouthpiece” And can pay for it, after I “che......Read the rest...