Short Scrappy Poems

Absolutely
Unfettered
Goodness
Undaunted by the eventual arrival of fall
Scrappy summer month hanging on
Thank you August...

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       In April, the Chicago Cubs almost always play Scrappy ~

          Come late July, their 'S's' fall off and then they play Crappy
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The little things you say
Poets who commented today
Thank you for making me happy
Keep up the good work
Your poems are hardly scrappy
I really like them a lot
I hope they get listed as hot, hot, hot!...

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He is a lonesome young lad, not happy,
with curly hair he thinks he looks scrappy.
     Dunks his head in pool with spin,
     cold water his nose sucks in.
Tangled hair straightens, but he feels crappy.
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I Am From sleeping in late playing with Fred and Figurines
I Am From No Go to bed and Go Outside
I Am From Reading in the sun lying in the grass and walks in the woods
I Am From cookies cake and Marconi and cheese
I Am From Jim Julie Jimi Hami Lami Goldi Blondi
Jesse Scrappy Fred Patches and Sparkie...

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Little yappy dog
why do you bark at the sky
and not piddle nor poo?
I let you out a time ago
but you will not go
yet sniff and foot it around
trampling over the flowerbed
and not doing what you ought to.
Still as I watch your skimpy
scrappy form, got to smile
and must love you.
You yippity-yappity mutt
you....

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Abyss in thought with anguish
Tormenting his mind as he sits
With bitterness and great pain
Ageing without companionship

His only warmth is a warm fire
No one comprehends his ordeal
Compassion forgotten and alone
As darkness looms he wanders

No tracks or trail of blood found
A knock at door was his only hope
We found Scrappy he was digging
In Mrs. Tumble Weeds trash!...

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