Plucker Poems - Poems about Plucker

On a recent trip I was gone but not for long to Eastern Oregon where I saw my first chukar (a partridge-like bird pronounced 'chucker') which in time compelled me to analyse and revise an old and pleasant pheasant rhyme give it the feathery touch and in the end regale my Oregonian friends with a resounding recital of... 'I'm not a chukar plucker I'm a chukar plucker's son and I'm only...

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Dad ordered a chicken to pluck, in the end he had some bad luck. Ready for the task. He got not as ask, not a dead chicken, a live duck!...

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She whispers, “He loves me; he loves me not,” as she plucks the dewy petals off a daisy. She thinks of the misery that loving him has brought. Oh, but his sweet kisses. They melt her and make her crazy! As she plucks the dewy petals off a daisy, she thinks of a few bad times; he gave her bruises...

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Thorns surround the flower to protect its charm and beauty From the plucker's hands to ensure its safety and security, The black plucker breaks rules being careful of self harm And gets ready to foul and harm the flower falling in doom....

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A little boy named Nathan Tucker. Grew up being a nose hair plucker. He pulled em' till he sneazed. He did just as he pleased. Until the day he lost his pucker....

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