Short Small Fry Poems

sun speckled small fry

      dart riotously around

             slow swaying sea kelp



18/04/2018...

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A widow would frequently cry
And then snuggle up to a guy
She'd lick her lip
Undo his zip
And shriek, "Not another small fry!"...

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A young cowgirl will sing by and by
"Whoopee tie your yipee whoopee tie!"
For she knows how to cling
To a bull's ding-a-ling
But has nary a clue with small fry...

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"Losers" and "suckers" are such small fry 
That nobody cares if they all die
Trump vows (with a frown),
"There'll be NO lockdown
And Joe Biden will be the fall guy"!...

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The ugly small fry tattle tale thief
Slid to a quick stop much to my relief.
He was definitely mean
His tattle-taling obscene.
And frankly I gave him nothing but grief....

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the waters small body                                                                                                     
small fry big splashes on farm                                                                                           
first catch in her day...

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Seated beside a river, waiting for the sun to lay down.
Blonde hair rolling to all appearances
Gazing at the leviathan gulping the fish
A soul inside me experienced uneasiness
The moon pronounced the fate of life.
The missed cuckoo clock refreshed the memories, life is one-sided...

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Chintu was a choker, and in the dumps
                            He wore a ruff and played a game of humps
                                    But a small fry in skill and bluff
                                 He found the game was very tough 
                           He ruffled with his ruff and turned up trumps...

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Hey there small fry,
how do you do?
Today you are small,
but tomorrow belongs to you.


You take such short steps,
but you can rest assured,
though today relies on mom and dad,
tomorrow will be yours.


I know this world is very big,
but do not be afraid.
I promise you will have it all,
tomorrow is your day....

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If you can see it, it’s quite a sight
A shark in the soup, a great white
Huge teeth and stone dead black eyes
To approach it, I do not advise
It only appears in December
To feast on a premium member
Life members do not apply
And the others are only small fry
Premium members are you afraid
I bet that you want to upgrade

Shark in the soup contest
Anthony Slaucer...

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Never a dull moment, with small fry in tow,
expressing opinions as they learn and grow.

Imaginations always working overtime,
throwing out questions that boggle the mind.
 

"Mom, I can't sleep," the little girl announces.
Mother advised counting sheep, jumping fences.

Soon, a small excited voice cries out in wonder,
"Mom, it's not working, they're squeezing under!"...

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Below the vault of this cerulean sky

In this solitary grave, let me lie

In joy I lived and in joy I die

And wish to see no one cry


This you carve on my grave for all to see

“Here is some one, though a small fry

Had a heart as big as a mountain high

Who with songs of love, every heart did tie”


Placed First
A Strand(1069) Poetry Contest...

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You tell me your leaving 

Impersonal over the phone

Couldn't you at least write me a Poem

Spelling out why

Or was I just small fry

You overcooked 

Because you weren't paying attention 

Romping up the temperature 

Drained on old newspaper 

Yesterday's news in small print 

You never really cared about 

Hanging on your arm whilst you looked out

For something better to come along

And sweep you off your feet...

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