Shirker Poems - Poems about Shirker

...Tampered photo, Tampered life, Born elite, Married Strife. Never one mans wife. Wed to the nation, System creation. Freedom lost. Chosen, at what cost? Wishful eloper, Like the in law shi......

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...Snail Man Snail Man was the slowest worker in the Jam Factory. His nickname was Mr Shirker. He was very angry for being fired. He'd stolen from the safe all the money he desired. It di......

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...Here are tribute poems for exceptional children and teachers who should be alive today: Emilie Parker, the horror grows starker as we see your sweet image and cringe at the carnage; but dear, ......

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...IN THE WILD ( Re Post) Early one morning, we begin our drive, An awesome feeling as we arrive, At our camp gate which, opens At six o’clock, Now we are in the African bush Which, will unl......

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...DISTURBED MINDS Pete was a handsome young boy, only fifteen years of age, Had PSYCHOSIS, his reality severely distorted, a mental disorder, Felt that his brain was contained in a wrought iron ca......

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...‘Twas the season to be merry, and playing around, shirker Fred was in Vegas; from work he had played hooky. Asleep in his hotel room, he strangely dreamed about a man that looked like a galloping ......

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...How beautiful thou art Oh butterfly Out of ecstasy at holy place as ally Seems leisurely created by Almighty A fascinating climax of beauty Multiferous colours majestically Wonderfully blende......

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...IN THE WILD Early morning, we go for a drive, An awesome feeling as we arrive, At our camp gate which, opens At 6 o’clock, Now we are in the African bush Which, will unlock, Moments that w......

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...I AM LETTER “S” Sneaky, sarcastic, selfish, slipshod shirker, Stumbler, smart-ass, scrounger, sloppy worker Shiftless sycophant, stingy swine: These qualities are what I want to avoid bei......

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...He woke down the slope, by the hay With him a thousand shrill cries That stilled to him, yawning. He moved with strands of hay, trailing On his rags. Sauntering, he is a flaneur... The road lamps gav......

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...It's the end of the week Almost time to go home Today ends the streak Of 'productivity syndrome'. I worked hard all day Trying to get some things done And I'm happy to say That I'm still num......

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...Close in the roses The rose-bee dozes; Oh what a shirker, he. Asleep in the lily The lily-bee, silly, Yawns so languidly. Down in the daisy The daisy-bee, lazy Dreams of a honeybee sweet.......

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