Nicking Poems - Poems about Nicking

...I just commented on a school friends Facebook post (she likes to wish the world happy birthday in one go, so I nabbed it and put it in my pocket for December), she messaged me immediately to say she'......

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... I have a porker as a stalker; it keeps following me down the street I cannot talk to my friends, as it keeps oinking when I try to speak Doesn’t it have an owner it can go home to, and as leave......

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... it's true tears come from onions ~ things can get a bit dicey when you're trying to chop one, slice the fingertip nicely ......

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...I know that dire lame dope head tried to frame me nicking his moped planned to leave it near my house after which learn of its whereabouts then say he saw me sneak about the night his bike ......

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...Those were the days when children went out to play, May be with cricket ,football hockey or mud and clay, Watching TV, reading comic books a whole long day, Or Going to hill treks,picnics or a tou......

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...APPLE PICKING. APPLE NICKING.......

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...The night the girls mentioned my name Cols kicked them out it drove him insane Dom accused me of nicking his bike but I was in Cyprus best man for Mike Kev backs up the things Sue said on m......

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...‘One more job and then I am going to Panama and watch the canal in the sun’ John’s trust funds had not done so well lately and pension age approached fast ‘They ripped me off once more and I need m......

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...The war and food During the war years in Norway 1940 to 1945 there was little food, but the coast was teeming with fish, my brother and I often walked down to the pier and in a matter of minute......

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...Human race, don’t boast on the casualty coast Frisking, seeking, pricking and nicking the truth On a continental coast as to your truth you toast Sending to Coventry the uncouth Pummeling the t......

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..."Unreal sense of freedom" the way I pretend to say... Is it same? Or is it the pain which I unlikely portray... The feeling of being in love, never confronted nor addressed... As they say, I mustn......

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...She’s too titty to be a preacher. She can’t even bead a rook. A rental deceptionist? Maybe. At my teeth she once look a took. As a wean clerker, she’ll never do. I once caught her nicking her......

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...Part Two Do you remember your run-up to the crease your Lindwall-delivery dragging the clasping flannel round hobbled boots your anger at the wicket that went on a no-ball Do......

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...Leo The Cat Paw-pushing Nose-nuzzling Tail-twirling Claw-curling Fur-flying No denying Attention-vying Treat-tasting Toe-chasing Play-loving Muzzle-rubbing Sofa-stealing Cute-appealing Smart-kitty C......

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...She stands OUTSIDE... In the Blackness of the SHADOWS... She is TALL, SKINNY, like a SKELETON... in HIP CLOTHES... Her hair LONG... SILKY/BLOND blows with the rhythm of the WIND... Her name SILVI......

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