Short Lincolnshire Poems

Flageolet bean cassoulet
Lincolnshire sausage
Rosemary,white wine and herbs,
Vegatable saute,
Garlic crostini-
Hearty and
Hale !...

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drunken dive bombers

                                 peewit lapwings courtship play

                                 above wet birds lake



                                 giant crawls up hill

                                 makes lincolnshire wold of 

                                 our detritus fen...

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drunken dive bombers

                                 peewit lapwings courtship play

                                 above wet birds lake



                                 giant crawls up hill

                                 makes lincolnshire wold of 

                                 our detritus fen...

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If you drop a hammer
don’t do it on Mars
it might float for years
Then chip off some stars

If you drop a nail
Not on my roads in Lincolnshire
I’ve already had to pay
to fix a really flat tire.

If you drop a hint
please drop it in my friend Dora’s way
She thinks you’re really cute,
And she says she’d like to play....

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THE 70'S
~~~~~~~~~~~
The first year we were married, bliss!
Our son Kirk was conceived and born.
In Lincoln, it was so remiss!
A cesarian, us both torn!

We feared for him and I for her!
All happy, we both shed a tear.
They both lived, what an ordeal!
That was life, so full on, for real!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
02/21/18

Where were you in the 70’s? - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Line  Gauthier...

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Our sweet breakfast guest was a vampire.
His finger eating I did admire.
Listened to Philharmonic Choir
His falsetto lit the house on fire
Favorite apple pie was a Macintyre
We had purchased them in Lincolnshire
Blood was his favorite drink, his desire.
I thought it looked ugly and smelled rather dire.
He was great as it said in the flyer.
We went swinging on an old black tire.
I was sly, but frankly, he was slyer.
He said he would not turn me. Oh, that liar!...

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