Short Thumper Poems
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"I have my own scripture and it could be bitter or a heart thumper, but either way that's down towards your own actions from within your own thoughts." -Ds-
SERMON ON THE HILL
The Bible - according to Phil -
Is a true account of God's kill
- So many mistakes
Polluting our lakes -
I think we should send God a bill!
To keep his mind off his father's woes
Hunter became a Trumper
Soon his left foot started drumming
~ It 'mis-heard' he was a ‘Thumper’
Thumper, thumper
Everything you think
can be read on a bumper
Judge not,
as you are bidden
Grudge YES,
inside you will be hidden.
Beliefs of mankind
are not for you to tend
Keep your false ideals inside
Bury your head
in the sands of pretend.
A. Green
Remember our friend Thumper
His quote if I recall
If you can't say something nice
Don't say nothing at all
If you can just remember that
Next time you want to speak
Nod your head dear up and down
And I'll release your beak
Contast: Enough - 3rd place finish
Author: mdailey
I had a pet rabbit called Sue
She mated with a kangaroo
The offspring I named Thumper
He’s an excellent jumper
And he lives in a rare breeds zoo
The poem was written before I found the picture which is of a Jeroba which looks like a cross between a kangaroo, rabbit and mouse
06~14~17
I will change the world the Bible thumper says.
He grabs his big book and prays for guidance.
I doubt that, says the scientific thinker.
You are too Biblical.
I shall inform you, the president says.
President of what? Who voted for him?
No one knows, and no one listens.
The child stares, wondering what is happening.
When did the world get so silly?
For your information he is called Thumper
The trouble with him is he is a big jumper
I think he hopped over the fence
To where the grass was greener
Carrots as well are his favourites
And like Bugs Bunny he can’t help it
If you see him let me know
Because I need to get him back home
So I can make myself a winter jumper
From the fur of my dear Thumper
DAMO
hello brother,
irish hearing of translations
in american creole we leave, ears are not left nor right
they perk and grass talls to a tickling memory for running up to the hairs of trigger
trigger is limber and frequiently as december
bestow herselfish visits when attendants of time
dare not his fender
his fender glides in names as thumper
neither care to scamper yet both shall parent springs