Pompom Poems - Poems about Pompom

...A cotton ball cloud drifting overhead Suddenly becomes a miniature poodle, Then dancing slowly, like a newlywed Becomes a pompom for Yankee Doodle. Disappearing like an aloof desert......

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...It is baking in the sun, and the people are having fun, Everyone gather around to see the village pie with a special message underneath the silver line and the long awaited verdict wrapped up insid......

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...I bought myself an ugly sweater It was on sale at a good price It has a red neckline all around Then the color changes light grey The sleeves are in red and white In the middle of the sweater s......

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...A wild plant despised by many ...the dandelion may be cursed; cursed with bright yellow petals that flutter in the wind, cursed with white pompom centers enjoyed by honey bees, cursed wit......

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...Long time ago; in an African land In a house whose walls with fine flannelette sheets Whose roof was well made A house whose floor was well tiled Lived a family that known no peace A family t......

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...Pompoms October game America’s football An extension of cheerleaders Happily, gleefully thrown into air Captivating the crowd’s magic These fluttering streamers Landing in piles Pompoms......

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... There it was loud on the intercom “Please come to the office, Tom’ And just like a bad sitcom They dropped the bomb No discussion just a blunt axiom Told to grab his pompom And march off to G......

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...Potash and compost, tomatoes and rose, Back in your greenhouse where everything grows. The gurgle of water, filling the can, To water my memories of holding your hand. Prize-winning carnations,......

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...Red, Gold and Green I can write of Autumn with integrity, For I have lived red, gold and green long years; Bruise colored wall clouds marching Toward Summer’s last gasp, Teams of boys and pomp......

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...I lie there with contented bliss As though awaiting that princely kiss It worries me that in years to come I will be horrified showing my bum Will life be kind, will know no fear Not with loving par......

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