Scruffy Poems - Poems about Scruffy

I sit and watch you everyday From a bookshelf where I will stay Not quite like new, patched with a swatch You everyday, I sit and watch You used to hold me so much more When I was softer, not yet tore I'll wait right here for you to see So much more, you used to hold me Once a loved one, now...

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they spoke it as shame and talked about what the Lady had said when they told the story of Spazinchon my Missus' cheeks turned red. I found it shameful to repeat it since I can't say how it begun. Love inspires those who seek it. The right kind of love will make you feel dumb. Ya'll know the story of Miss Trickus the quilting blanket making Madam. she stitched together...

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scruffy neglected ragged dejected frazzled rejected confused disconnected shivering unprotected...

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Hank rested his boots on the railin' of the bunkhouse when day was done. The pointy-toes of his scruffy boots framed the slowly settin' sun. He leaned back in his rockin' chair, his hands embracin' the back of his nape, Contemplatin' his tattered boots, (tho' they was still in purty good shape!) He paid ten bucks fer 'em at...

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Once when I went to the store Saw an old cat named Kitty Galore. She sang and she pranced And tried hard to dance, But still remained just an eyesore....

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Larry and his Sheep Dog Scruffy Are together always on the road Larry has knowledge of gardening So he is well known by all Larry has a huge van So he packs what tools he needs Even brings his lawn chair As well his dog Scruffy and beer He works from house to house His dog Scruffy keeps him company When the gardening is...

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Raspberry tea and cheese scones for me Grape Gatorade and chuck bones for he Galoshes, wool coat plus scarf and muffs Flannel vest, crafted jeans, rolled up cuffs A winter’s walk and a time to talk we go Lots of fluffy snow and rivers don’t flow Frosty air stings, chills and shivers it brings Footprints left behind, two and four a kind Today...

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Hank lounged on the bunkhouse porch tossin' back some beers, Watchin' the sunset and reminiscin' about his cowboyin' years. He peered at the sun 'twixt the pointy toes of his shabby boots Propped on the railin', that he'd wore durin' his cowpokin' pursuits! He'd bought 'em fer about twelve bucks twenty-five years er so ago, At The Cowpokes Friendly Tack...

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Our dog named Scruffy likes to sleep by the fireplace,curled up in a ball. He likes to cuddle in between us for attention, to be petted, and spoken to. His favourite treat is Beggin' Strips". It's the only thing he will eat. At bedtime Scruffy sleeps in the middle, so no one is left out,in our big bed. In...

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Scruffy the Bantam by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 Grey Mare Lane Markets, was a place I used to like I used to go there Saturdays, riding on my bike Down Mount Road, then Hyde Road, then down Pottery Lane Told my Mam a snake I’d buy, she’d say “then don’t come home again” I ended up with day old chicks,...

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