Short Sixpence Poems

 Ask yer mother for sixpence,
 to see the Jerry Giraffe,
freckles on his eyebrows,
 and big ones on his, Ask
yer momma for sixpence 

...by dunno whozit 1950...

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Sing a song a sixpence,a pocket full of rhy,4 and 20 victims,made into a pie,when the pie was opened the guts began to spill,wasn’t that a tasty dish,it gave me such a thrill!...

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goofy giraffe is generous, but he has almost no sense
He often falls into ponds, and once walked into a fence
But he’s a great guy; he once loaned me a sixpence
my best friend some days, even though he is dense....

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Some simpleton said Sally saved sixpence
So she sold sixpence six Sundays in a row,
Saving six sixpences six Sundays in a row
It has never been done before or since…
Selling sixpence to some simpleton Simon 
Six Sundays in a row!
[Repeat six times quickly] 


Written January 8, 2021
For Tongue Twister Contest
4th Place Winner!...

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Melting down,crossing barriers, breaking out,stepping around.
Pieces fragmenting,character
isolating.
Green-acid,hair follicles,
white is the blank slate,painting blues with reds.
Freaks from a sideshow,
muscles in the sea;
six-packs in a grog-shop,
dancing improperly.
Beguiled by your bounce,sleep-walking this town.
Fine is the white wine,
poisoning the liver,spining on a sixpence....

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The faeries were enormously busy that wet spring
Coaxing, encouraging and begging a sparrow to sing.
He wore a hat with a cherry I think it was Bing.
He looked sharp, but his wing was in a small sling.

You will love singing a song of sixpence I said.
He was embarrassed, and his head turned all red.
You’ll be marvelous, added my fey cousin, Jed.
Sing sparrow sing! Encouraged outgoing Ned....

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All the leaves turned and waved
Before the darkness turned them grey
And buried 'neath the scarlet sins
Were skies so red the poppy grins

"Heed not your torment" old crows caw
"The carriage ride belongs to all"
As monotone the workmen chant
Sixpence for stipples love's recant

"The day will come" the old tree swayed
"Tho seasons change and hearts will fray,
Steadfast your beacon, pointed north,
And hallowed be, your love go forth"



11/24/23...

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Every ten year old needs a hustle 
The cattle yards the Friday shuffle 

The farmer need a sandwich for lunch
Or a horse they've got a hunch  

I will run to get your dinner
Or place the bet for the sinner

It makes no difference to me
I am just hustling for a tuppenny

In the back door of bookie shop
Two Shillings I did drop

Over to the copper fiddle
For the ham off the griddle

I hand Paddy his slip and meat
A sixpence on the hustlers beat...

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When words were once enough,
To make the difference;
And took me somewhere high.

As if I had heard someone say…
“soft landings are not free”

How I remember the winter to be an honest season
In which I might become a bit more of who I am.
Another thin minute to befall an aged way,
To bring a bright thought to my heavy mind,
As I was broken from my fall.
Until I stumbled upon sound words, in a forest of air.
And then I held it all…
To make the difference....

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There are lots and lots of people who are always asking things,
Like Dates and Pounds-and-ounces and the names of funny Kings,
And the answer's always Sixpence or A Hundred Inches Long.
And I know they'll think me silly if I get the answer wrong.

So Pooh and I go whispering, and Pooh looks very bright,
And says, 'Well, I say sixpence, but I don't suppose I'm right.'
And then it doesn't matter what the answer ought to be,
'Cos if he's right, I'm Right, and if he's wrong, it isn't Me...

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