Ruddy Poems - Poems about Ruddy

It was Christmas Eve, Rudolph was feeling crook. His nose had not turned red this year as in the Children's books Poor Rudolph was devastated he looked ill He asked Father Christmas if he had a red nose pill Santa's fat tummy shook as he laughed with glee I haven't any red nose pills but noses I have three I have...

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He had thick red hair and a beard Now his hair has disappeared It concerns him that's a fact. Keeping all his parts intact Why has he become so weird?...

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ruddy shade of red autumnal zephyr of war foe-blades in crisscross 7/8/2021 Inspired by my grandson...

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It was Christmas Eve, Rudoph was feeling crook His nose had not turned red this year as in the Children's books This bothered Rudolph and made him feel quite ill He asked Father Christmas if he had a red nose pill Santa's fat tummy shook as he laughed with glee I haven't any red nose pill but noses I have...

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Summer Shimmers In my rear vision Its super hot But i dare not stop Here On the ruddy Barkley If i get out This car I will become instant Yum cha As its steaming Ruddy hot Here on the Barkley Theres no picnic to be had At the dusty rest stop The furnace of hell Blows across the plain Here On the ruddy Barkley Stark raving mad Ye have to be To drive the Ruddy Barkley Come...

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Some days I wake up smiling Today's sure not one of those days Caught some kind of a flu bug Wanna sleep the whole day away Feel like a ruddy zombie Got no drive, no get up and go No longer a reason for living I've come to the end of the show Hide the pills and the liquor Get rid of the knives...

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Red beacon, burnished landmark Rustic domiscile, ruddy stable Sentinel on the scenic route Natural redoubt with primitive clout Wooden canvas, organic sculpture Unvarnished facade with homespun charm Fabricated equine loft Habituated shelter for rodent, fowl Free-flowing form in static realm Leased to the fertile land you adorn Pastoral heirloom, cherished monument Essential dwelling, nostalgic mold...

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The bedazzling sun envades the saffron valley as fog protects elms. Entered in Raul Moreno's contest, " Nature's Breath "...

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For 30 years this princess has been slowly but surely piling up these mattresses. The goal you know already: a contented night’s sleep. Soft, satisfying, and a whole lot more cosy than the rugs that those poor bugs seem to get lumbered with. 30 years. That’s a long time to be stacking those damn...

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