Short Poncho Poems

sombrero 'pon peg
owner six feet underground....
poncho wiggles fast     ...

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Through the
Hills of Spain,
Pink and white
Cortez flowers
Adorning the
Enchanted blue windmills
Underneath this gray December sky,
Are Don Quixote and his esquire
Poncho, riding through the Spanish flames...

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If you do not remember this granny squared poncho
Then you are a poser
And you never lived in the seventies
Or you never crocheted
Or you lived the seventies with blinders on
And a mop bucket upside down over your eyes...

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I get so excited
When the sky is grey
And the clouds hang low
When rain is falling
And the puddles grow;
For I just can't wait
To wear my fuschia poncho!
Don my periwinkle sandals
And away I go.
I forget about my age
Prancing to and fro;
Giddy like a child
In my rainbow camo.



For the Rainbow Colored Camouflage Contest!
Tuesday March 7th 2017...

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When I grew up
I had a pup
His name was Poncho
boy could he put on a show

He used to knock me down
onto the ground
He was comparable to a jumping bean
that you couldn't wean

Reproach to him made no sense
one day he jumped the fence
He bit the neighbors lip
leaving a scar from the nip

We had to deliver him away
alas he had somewhere he'd stay

*A true story...

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