Rickety Poems - Poems about Rickety

Rickety rackety ruffled ridiculous Rhine, Make her hair stick out like a ball of twine Let it fall out on the floor and in church too Put a permanent skunk in her chimney wazoo Make her look silly in front of thousands I say Take away her fun, sabotage her in every way If she takes a step, let her trip...

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• What's a pretty pink ribbon doing on this rickety, old fence? • And what looks to be a purse on the dirty forest floor? • This doesn't make much sense • For what reason are they here? • The more I think about it, the more I feel tense...

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RICKETY BRIDGE image#5 I keep my access bridge looking rickety It makes unwanted visitors think twice I like my solitude, I’m quite pernickety Just one invitation each year will suffice It’s actually stronger than it may...

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Our piano with silence speaks The rickety rocking chair squeaks Where Mama sits and stares each day Music memories stored away Our loved inheritance remains Melodies cycling through our brains....

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On a rickety desk,my book is. The incy wincy spider spreads its webs, On my four-legged chair too. With dust covered,for lack of use. I'll be writing a test in days to come. I'll get back to my book, To remind me of things of old, New knowledge to be refreshed. My brightly lit lamp is on standby, The silvery crescent of the moon adds...

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Rickety and Clickety As we grow old things seem so rickety Would often fall over and go clickety But there never is any harm done God every day has sent me His Son. Of a thousand this poem is in final ten And I always will remember when I wrote poem and who was on my mind It was my Savior who I...

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That tick in my fur really bugs me - scratch-scratch. Tick tack rickety rack, that tick needs to go! Oh me, oh my, that tick really needs to go - rich-ratch. Aunika Alch Age 11 ...

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In the pit of my stomach I feel weak So distant I can hardly sleep Walking blind on a busy street Emotions constantly changing on the inside I'm up then I'm down Not myself when you're around Distractions getting in the way Burying inside everything I've wanted to say Sinking struggling to stay afloat Can't...

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Why, hidden from the vista Now there in the view Warped, shaky Strange that unseen before That old rickety walking bridge Where does your path lead Not well worn, but over grown With grass, thorns, and thistles Today I will do something New, I will follow you Wherever you lead You will be my guide (Whoever reads this one, take it up and see where you can...

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Twists and turns ...

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