Settee Poems - Poems about Settee

.... Pouting day long Save mine arrive Smiling in the settee hern cute limp *shadang; there'z the sum who missed this (this ......Read the rest...

...Reindeer at Christmas will often eat carrots Though Santa once had one who liked to eat parrots But parrots at Christmas can be hard to find He wasn’t too fussy so he didn’t mind He never complai......Read the rest...

...She did not have to guess. She felt it in her bones. Unfaithful he always was, Unfaithful he'll always be. She knew where he would be. Anger flared in the pit of her stomach, A heart-wrench......Read the rest...

...A plump little girl named Betty She ate copious amounts of spaghetti She loved the stuff It was never enough She got too fat to sit on the settee......Read the rest...

...Will a cup of tea And sitting on the settee Tire the restless mind......Read the rest...

...I can go anywhere With everyone's blessing Except the dogs He'd like me to stay home All the places That were closed on Monday Are open But their lure is gone Maybe tomorrow I'l......Read the rest...

...Little spider dear Why did you make home here It's flyless I'm sure Not due to you, but my efforts more Why not get involved in the action Of cultivating wing mirror traction They do so very ......Read the rest...

...Oh Nanna How silly this game You put on a Father Christmas voice And I chat to the chimney Telling me some presents I'll get Me saying yes I do like those ideas My Mum less impressed No more......Read the rest...

...Do you ever think about film characters in the realms of reality? Think about someone like Grima Wormtounge making Saruman a pot of tea? What about the eye of Sauron trying to find someone to p......Read the rest...

...Night bring terrible memories, shadows of yesteryears, it takes my breath away in fears, anguish and hell. An ugly wolf runs after me as I slither in the mud heart beats burst my chest with pai......Read the rest...

...We struggled along damp, smoke-filled streets; leaves still summer green, a chilly breeze rustling some, turned golden early in anticipation of the fall. Neil at one end of the log; me at the......Read the rest...

...Walking home I kick the stones. I kick the dirt as well. Today a life changed but not for me, for someone, someone else. I see the birds fly into the tree, I listen to their songs. I see the chil......Read the rest...

...I think of life with an elegant man. I see a man whose hands are silk to me. He's stunning in a suit (well-groomed is he). He loves to read and maybe plays Chopin. He whisks me off to Paris or Mi......Read the rest...

...A Memory By Sy Roth It didn’t come in like an invading horde of Mongols astride their horses. It came like a Siren whispering a sweet song, blowing soft winds in my ear. The old woman sat o......Read the rest...

...Through all his years he was such fun, Companion, friend and more; Adventure was his middle name, And I was never bored. As long as Smokey was around, He'd brighten up my day. He'd snuggle, c......Read the rest...