Peggy Poems - Poems about Peggy

Peggy had never been a fighter or a scrapper or such But she got tired of being teased by a bully named Hutch He called her names, and pulled her pigtails too This happened many days in a row, possibly twenty-two Peggy finally had had it; she gave him as good as he got. Punched him so hard, his nose...

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Peggy Cahill divine heavenly lady Saint Vincent dePaul Food Pantry at Saint Mary's Parish in Spring Mount blessed, graced, and praised courtesy grateful recipient, he who crafts these words. Acknowledgement forthcoming today June 11th, 2022 Matthew Scott Harris expresses gratitude concerning largesse regarding quite a few bags of comestibles, and toiletries. I feel an effusion of blessedness viz being fêted, lorded over and treated like some dignified churchly father, for our...

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Whistle... and I'll come to you... Through the sea, across the land And with my mittens, Warm your hand [Inspired by reading "S.O.S. Titanic" by Eve Bunting. Read it to see. This is dedicated to them, it is not a poem from me to anyone else.]...

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Spotted dress respectable knee length Disguises her many feathered fetishes Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk Tiny tapping tells a time arrived redeems Ruptured glue leak nesting box will soak Eggy Peggy Sue oogles roosters commit White eruption risen warm oven can...

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Peggy Sue is a superstar She sings real loud when she rides in the car When mommy cheers and starts to cry Peggy Sue feels she can touch the sky Peggy Sue is a dreamer, too She dreams up places like Skizamaroo In dreams she travels far and wide For dreams give Peggy a place to hide See, Peggy Sue is just like...

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When I ride my tricycle With Daddy in the park We take our dog Peggy Because she likes to run and bark She chases all the squirrels And wags her tail at other dogs Then she is yucky and sniffs the smells Left on grass and logs And when it’s time for us to go She trots along beside But she sometimes goes in my...

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I thought I was strong But now I’m sure I was wrong Because I can’t help but wail As I see my heart so frail Not-too-long in loneliness was I healthily sailing But now I’m seriously ailing Odomankoma sent me a gift from above Wrapped up and left to fly to me gently like a dove Only for me to be infected with...

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Peggy Anderson, what can I do I've tried all evening to get through to you. I loved your poem about your friends And the Iron Bed is like the one I once had. Keep up the good work And thanks for your nice words On my poems My Guardian Angel And Stubborn or Gifted. Keep up the good work And I'll try...

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Dear Peggy; It has been numerous years past, Barely heard from you since. You may never read this letter from my soul of true emotions. Trying not to get poetic, But you know me, That is hard, It is my right hand, Okay so I am left handed. Unanswered I ran, That I know less than a man. But something should not had been there at...

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