Rotter Poems - Poems about Rotter

...I tried to ignore the buffoonery and the cartoonery of the last 3 weeks of "politics," but found it impossible to do when so much needs to be fixed. A collaboration is taking place... please join in ......

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...One day while fishing Noah feels a tug upon his rod, “I think I’ve caught a fish!” he yells, “Please, let it be a cod!” He pulls his rod and reels his line to see what’s on the hook. Then leans to......

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...I’m upset with smug Peter Pig Who’d promised we could dance a jig But spies my bent trotter Gets nasty - the rotter I call him an ignorant prig! I’ve got a disability But nothing ......

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...Blemished She lives with dishonour; Besmirched With hate, she’s surrounded Broken-down Her fate was thrown into darkness. She is the mother of evil A scum-bag of a woman A lowlife A rotter......

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...I would write you words that would make you smile Of meadows and may flies and a love that lasted I would sing songs of beauty that would you, beguile If I weren’t such a miserable bastard. And......

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... Dearest cherished oceans of the deepest blue..... No, oh, no....I may not even visit you! I cry to God's awesome skies, To awaken people to all the lies. Seagulls.....see me wave to them......

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...I’ve been called an inequity spotter (although some will just call me a “rotter”). Names are biased for sons: yours and mine — everyone’s. I propose to make JohnSON — JohnDAUGHTE......

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...Will the human race actually feel triumphant with the extinction of our African elephant, why don’t humans believe it’s preposterous that Earth only homes two hundred Rhinoceros, I being a ......

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...Judging a book by its cover Sitting on the bus not knowing where to look, Lady in the seat in front engrossed in her book Woman in seat opposite glances then looks away Upon realising that the ......

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...Your walk brings a crisis reaching a river awfully wide can't jump this you say wish I'd taken that ride Too late for that now must find faith to lift myself to the other side glad it's not ......

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...Hot Air The name of that wind is Satana It’s hot and it’s dusty and dry, Don’t call the wind Santa Ana In error, for that is a lie. Saint Ann the mother of Mary Is remembered in so man......

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...Beneath Australia’s expansive sunlit sky, I recall the patchwork quilt, where my life began 12 provinces united, one country created; uniformity resists when anthems unite the parochial clan From st......

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...OK another adventure in the mad poet’s life, This occurred just before I met Jane, my imaginary wife. Jane’s brother, Glen had set me up with a blind date He said the girl was a stunner, I could n......

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