Play Poems - Poems about Play

(Apropos Of Self-Reparation) It has been said that we must love others As we love ourselves, loving each other As does the Author of love in loving us all:- (Thus, be food for thought if hungry) Dwelling in the court of the inner sanctum Of contemplation, Sage mind of jurisprudence charged my poor soul...

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sixties tribal group ...

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Allow me to introduce the hermit Hugh who I do deduce felt it within himself to eschew an embrace yet being obtuse when on a wild chase did goose a moose in the caboose then a disgrace but such behaviour did induce Bruce another recluse to pick up the pace when playing footsie under the table fast and loose ...

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It's almost half past three time to cosy up for tea kettle's on the boil to brew tea for two me and you with egg and cress or cucumber sandwiches with nary a single crust (they were all donated to the National Trust) it's after forty to four shall I be Mother and pour I know you know Pekoe the table's set quite daintily two for tea you...

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There was a young man named Fred (the tooth fairy lived in dread) a wild flamboyant from afar the spice island Zanzibar a singer he'd been and sang a good song with four-octave range in the band called Queen tho' considered 'strange' with plus four in the upper jaw he had more teeth than most once nicely depraved now dead and gone when he gave up the ghost shuffled...

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It's enough to make one chunder there used to be a time Down Under when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin only stated the true blue maker's name and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is...

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If only you could see the forest for the trees it would feel so good for then as an evergreen you'd be out of the woods and if you cared for me going out on a limb tho' not on bended knee I'd ask you to become a branch of my family so near and yet so far you touched me to the roots of my heart and...

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Cockwomble – a word so absurd (‘twas written and not overheard) I adore this descriptive word for a fella who acts like a turd!...

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After all these years it's my belief based on experience time is a thief all wounds it heals they say but in truth it took my looks purloined my zeal and stole my youth no matter the cost come what may I'm at a loss what can I expect today a past that won't last or linger longer any more and with or without me life goes on as before when at...

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One cup was enough to curl his toes as caffeine the psychoactive chemical allowed no doze or more than a mug no matter how roasted the polyphenols affected his free radicals 'til he did feel really quite toasted and yet with no wish to upset the happy home after so many years of married life he chose to grin and bear it the 'Harried Hubby' syndrome for altho' his dear...

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Hot coffee black coffee really has the means when I sup but half a cup to make me feel quite full of beans only one requirement tho' no decaf if you please and altho' born in Kenya where the coffee grows why it's called 'a cup of Joe' I'm sure I do not know but hot coffee black coffee is the best ammo when I do a mug or two to give me...

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Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast, but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last. No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword and the race well run, from the starting gun, is...

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wallflower wallowing waltzes while walking with a woozy wobble Submitted on May 29, 2025 for contest MONOKLITTERATION sponsored by NETTE ONCLAUD...

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Still a child at heart tho' older are some other parts and only for a lark back to my childhood here I hark I remember a rhyme in the far reaches of my mind hickory dickory dock the mice ran up the clock the clock struck one the mouse fell down luckily the plucky other ducked shucked and jived escaped survived got out alive and ran away to live another...

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