Puck Poems - Poems about Puck

Hermia and Helena are ready to fight each other. The same can be said for Demetrius and Lysander. To keep this party of four from throwing a fist, I will cover them all with a thick morning mist. They will fruitlessly chase each other without a doubt. Each one will fall asleep when they are all tired out. Based on the...

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Fast forward at least two score Earth's orbitz round the sun approximately the year 2040 history already wrote him off as thee worst president (based on numerous metrics) of these United States. Now toggle back to today November 17th, 2020 the forty fifth commander in chief still biden his time refuses to concede election results despite irrefutable opponent win, yet he (who cannot be named) refuses to budge holding strongly...

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Why does love always feel like a stick in my eye When I constantly reach for the sky Looking for the answers why It's kicking my butt and leaves An empty feeling in my gut Instead of chasing woman like a rutting buck I always get stuck with the ones That want to run amuck I have no luck even sold my truck Thinking...

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I shot the puck across the ice, Straight for the goal but it took a slice, Right off the nose of their defenseman, When I steal that puck I'll try again. Coach is screaming in my ear, Every time I skate too near, I can hear him say, His opinion of my last play. I think the other center doesn't like me, Because he...

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the Alternative Right is keeping us minions awake through the night what is so entirely contrarian how often we laugh at the stumbling orange grammarian....

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Higgs was a hockey player built like a truck he was mean, obscene, and had plenty of pluck. Other players called him Klutz declaring they hated his guts thus he advised them he didn't give a puck....

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Fair Eh your honest, hockey place, Great Chieftain of the scarring face! Between the boards with skates to lace, Your rubber froze, And darting dangerous quick of pace, In slap shots rose. The crackling ice on which you slide, Chased by padded boys well applied, In loss or victory you decide, Yours not to let; Where shots be accurate or wide Streak...

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Puck stole my thunder he kissed my wife Anabel ...

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He sees it gleaming on the side of the road Looks at it closely…pleased it isn’t a toad Ever so blissful is that strapping young buck He can’t resist so picks up the puck The lad brings the puck on his very first date Places it on the dash…picks her up at eight She looks at him playfully, lust fills her...

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There was a tall brute who played hockey Whose actions were deemed as quite cocky His opponents saw red So they stomped on his head Now the twerp earns his keep as a jockey!...

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My angered side decieves my eyes All I focus on is abuse and lies I can’t even escape this torments wave Have I the soul of a warrior or slave? Facing freedom looking at your face While serving my sentence in this place Fires, demons are casted before me Taking my refuge with some more fee A spine shattering “thwack” with a whip Causes...

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