Saloon Poems - Poems about Saloon

Porky Pig and Dairy Cow-Moon did up X-mas at the local saloon Where Olive Oil and Pepe le pew had already downed more than a few Porky Pig and...

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Growing up in Zimbabwe I always thought l was cursed Everyone had seen an angel in someone And l didn't, until l took that gaze upon a Light skinned beauty. Okay, the girl from the saloon down the road I'm Atipaishe, probably you haven't heard that name I know, it's not formal but I think it counts As an introduction For me not...

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Who are you Dan McGrew? You sound quite mean If rumours' true You lodged yourself Inside his head Some seventy years Still, now you're dead A tale of love Of bars and booze The wheel of fate Alas, you lose The west was wild Back in the day As danger framed Each male afray But what of Lou? The lady fair Of unkissed lips And tousled hair A broken heart May never mend A scar unhealed Until the...

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In the club, everything is the same: Lounge, tables, chairs, music playing.. Only people weren't the same... They went to to the salon, longing...!...

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Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle Darlene, Connie, Paula as well Work for Jenna in her saloon Waiting on tables in fine tune. Singing as customers are served All things abnormal are observed The gals listen to what goes on Reporting all to Mayor Tom. The saloon’s a place to relax Where the regulars meet and chat With...

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Which Cowboy bites dust tomorrow at noon, Fighting duel to end, to death the tune, The sun at noon shows no glare, Bystanders, time of day fair, Outside the saloon, a hot day in June. Poetry Competition Entry: HIGH NOON POETRY CONTEST Sponsor: Joseph May Date: 07/05/2022...

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In my dream I wandered into a basement piano bar because someone told me it was the secret place to get great waffles. Sitting at the piano was Beth Hart crooning sorrowful songs, no other accompaniment, just Beth and a piano. It was like this tattooed lass just wandered down the stairs and sat down...

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It was summer on a Saturday afternoon. With a few bucks, I went to a saloon. I made some decent progress with my third beer. All of the sudden, a vision of loveliness would appear. She was a brunette scantily clad in a bikini colored pink. This girl looked young; not even old enough to drink. Aroused men seemed to want...

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After rounding up some cattle I headed to the saloon To have a drink or two And hear a bawdy tune Cowpokes were gambling And guzzling up their beer The women were upstairs Their bosoms amply filled Waiting to give us all a thrill After a couple shots of whiskey A...

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in the city of York, an English town odd old buildings of russet brown surround damp streets of cobblestone pathways finding the party zone jesters strike around half past noon slapdash fellas crash the shambles saloon with a splish splash, they dab a bath the last stop on their dead-beat path zag scalawags like to rally at a mish-mash mosh pit sally peaking the...

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I opened the back door And was startled at what I saw For just a fleeting moment They were arguing to a great extent Suddenly there were guns and shots rang out And the whole scene disappeared with a shout There was no more for me to see A ghostly apparition disappeared easily. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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Bringing country-report go barber’s shop, read that place newspaper called `Ittefaq'. Comic of Tarzan is printed Ittefaq everyday, not like to read that but I see. Listen talk of various type of topics by barbers. It looks to me, many making livelihood by cutting hair of the world. Once asked to Bihari barber, how tons...

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This is the place the ’punchers come when it is time to drink their pay, ride in from the hilly rangelands to forget cattle for a day. Norma in the kitchen will cook beef and spuds for this roving horde, her husband Mick will greet them all when they bust through the bat-wing doors. He’s owned this place sine eighty-two, for ten years he...

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i can quiff you can queef but we both can quaff and so toast i to you and you to anyone you want to...

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On the top floor of Smidget’s, you could stay, if you paid, ‘Twas a clean-running place, now, so don’t be dismayed… ‘Twas up there, I’d a run-in with one of the boys, For his snoring and mumbling had made quite a noise… “I’ve no wish to fight you,” the bright young man said – He stared at me then, and...

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