Nellie Poems - Poems about Nellie

She is so miminy-piminy she never gets mad Nellie is too persnickety to ever act bad We try to rile her, hoping to make her cry Why? She asks us with concern, why cousin, why? Because you are unflappable, too perfect I say You make the rest of us look like slackers most of the day Can’t you ever be mean,...

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Nellie is home, in the arms of great halls, She's got plenty to sing and carve on these walls, Nowhere, I linger, absence abound, I've got none to return to - none safe and sound...

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I'm a nervous Nellie with good reasons you see. Many a time I've had the rug pulled out from under me.. There are quiet stretches where I attempt to heal and everything is co-pathetic, at an even keel.. Abruptly the rains come down and it's never just a spittle. It's often like the sky is falling and I'm poor Chicken...

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Ol' Nellie Bramble; she loved to drink She never washed and boy she did stink In every bar in town, she'd cause a scene And her rich language was quite obscene. She spent many a night in a police cell And all night long she'd scream and yell She'd cuss and sing throughout the night Then challenge all the duty cops to...

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There once was a young girl named Nellie, Who loved peanut butter and jelly. She ate till it hurt and extended her girth, Now they're calling her Nellie the Belly. There once was a young man named Toby, Who yearned for a shiny gold trophy, But he had two left feet and was no athlete, And his muscles succumbed to atrophy. Now Nellie...

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Nellie B. Chandler 1897-1911 There I am. Here I am now. I am the six year old girl Behind the glass window That wide open wedge to the north From inside my classroom there At Evergreen school, ‘neath The towering ascending elm trees there, Shrouded in immense shade. I am standing and staring there Daydreaming and yearning and desiring For my mama and papa To come get me...

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Nellie-Billy or Belly If you turn a corner and see Nellie She might come full force with Billy If you can't keep up Better dang don't hit pup He might bite your big toe and belly Written: Jan. 3, 2016 Theresa...

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Nellie Gray Holland 1885 – 1899 I was never aware of the clock ticking Or the spring spreading of the rose bud in my mother’s green garden. I never saw the moonrise on a gray October night, Or tasted the tart fruit of first love. I never heard the cry of my baby Or felt the warm heartbeat of a husband next...

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A lot of fancy gizmos befuddle me in this technological age, Where perplexing computers, texting and twittering are all the rage! I can empathize with the feller who renounced horse and buggy days, To subdue the baffling horseless carriage that became all the craze! Clyde Schlunk reluctantly retired his faithful horse and buggy wheels. He was the first in town...

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That's not my elephant, the barman said, when last I went a boozing Then threw at me a grin filled glance, that was a long way from amusing You brought him here, you bring him home, your game I’m not abetting So pack your trunk, get out, your barred, no more drink you’re getting So sadly I made...

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There once was a couple named Kelly Who called their young daughter, Sweet Nellie. And why was she so sweet? Because all she would eat Was just peanut butter and jelly....

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