Rutherford Poems - Poems about Rutherford

My dragon Rutherford is a dare devil out for a thrill Along the way he likes to roast a good kill I climb on his back, not knowing where we are going If he says “bring a coat” I figure it might be snowing He flies easily between continents in a couple of hours He has other talents, some truly...

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Ridiculously responsible refined Rutherford Cat Responded remarkably easy to the rat that sat Willing him to record his refined pitter pat splat We saw it ourselves, me and my friend Matt. A famous recording artist in county of Platt. What a nice guy is refined Rutherford Cat!...

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good old dead Rutherford B Haves most do not know he was president his name is not famous like Lincoln or Kennedy because he was not assassinated probably But he could be famous for one thing He was the first president to allow a phone into the White House His phone number is so easy, you may be able to remember...

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Denton's Harry Rutherford sketched so never got bored Star of BBC's Caberet cartoon spool a master with Lowry in the Northern school...

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He is big and beastly, and we are afraid, I said. Not I said Rutherford, who had been dropped on his head. What is wrong with you? He is an ugly mean troll, you dunce. Rutherford rolled his eyes at me a lot more than once. What is mean about him? He looks scared to me. Rutherford took the troll...

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Rutherford Rugola was a witch with supernatural powers. The forest trees were in awe when she appeared with her fulcrum. Once every twenty-two years on a September with showers. She tossed crazy things into her rainbow-generating cauldron. “Spittle Biddle Born and Diddle I conjure my ancestors, they’re second fiddle Beebalow Deebalow, Schimmy Shoo I summons the magic ones, Herfrog and Toodleoo” Forest animals...

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Rutherford Creampuff Sensitive Chest Holds his hurt feelings next to his vest. Dee Junior a mean cad, Hurt his feelings so bad. He ran off one day, heading way out west....

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Oh sir Rutherford Whose crimson light once shone Nature’s summoned darkness Ne’er could clasp thy fiery tone A guardian he stood A savior felled by kiss Streaking phoenix screaming Sent the fell to the abyss What went amiss my knight? What haunts the phoenix flight? Our loyal hope diminishes In unison with your light One remaining image Perching on the mound A scabbard still erect Draped in your colors...

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A RUTHERFORD PHRASIS 4 Grace withers without adversity,faith is better of the free air and winter storms we face.We to heaven up with broken brow and crooked leg yoked together with His free grace.What folly ‘tis to sit down and weep upon the decree of God,better make windows in our prison and look out And upwards to our God.He hath a...

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A RUTHERFORD PHRASIS 2 Joys day shall dawn,Christ shall cry down crosses,with flood tides of consolation.He blows a kiss from afar,offers a sweet soft cheek to the poor sinner,as Him they seek. The promise of a new-found-land with four summers to a year and the bride may yet sing again of the days of her youth.Seek this your lodging,look through the Father’s rooms in...

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A RUTHERFORD PHRASIS 1 Alas,alas he came one hour, dried up my flower.Weep and sigh, for fruit here is salted and seasoned with sin.White and ripe are we for the Lord’s harvest hook,we rarely listen and read His book.Sweetness and sadness, pain and joy live together in the daily web where sweetness is with bitter,said;hedged in by thorns we still seek warm fire...

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