Short Wellington Poems

A savoury kedgeree
Lancashire hotpot
A prime beef wellington pie
With pan haggerty
Spotted-dick pudding
Real ale
Cheers!...

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By Feb one, fifty words or less, using:

Spandex boxer shorts
Listerine soaked Tissue
Lunar craters
Untuned TV
Short Bio
Beef Wellington
Portugese Man'O War...

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Here lies Abercrombie Wellington Jones
   Under the flowers are all of his bones

Young people like to deface his gravestone
   Due to all the slaves Jones used to own...

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Spring is late in coming and March is chilly,
England’s weather seems to be getting harsher,
Friends had snow and here it is cold and raining…
Easter in wellies!*

* Wellington boots

For Craig’s Sapphic Stanza contest...

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the wellington bomber dropped something
people screamed and ran for cover
but then paper pieces fell
softly fluttering down
falling like snowflakes
someone shouted:
it’s raining
dollar
bills

Jack Horne for Nette’s Imagination contest, 7th June...

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Wellington boots are useful things
You wear them on your feet
They’re good at keeping water out
But don’t retain the heat
So if you go out walking 
Through puddles, streams and lochs
Take my advice, make sure you wear
Two pairs of woolly socks 

© John W Fenn  16-04-2009...

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If history was food part 2

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< Plato liked his full
Ceaser liked his salad
And Molotov had a burning desire for cocktails
And of cause Wellington was upper crust
But who do you think had to pay for all this
Monet of cause
But the face of Helen of Troy looked as if she had
MUNCHED A THOUSAND CHIPS >
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I was a freshman at wellington and wise 
when a sure footed poet pulled out her knife 
 
my head was split open and locks spread foursquare 
my flesh cut to servings and tongue sliced de jour  
 
the high poetess then clawed out my heart 
before she devoured me bite after bite 
 
the freshman departed, the poet refrained 
with a big wet smile from verse to verse...

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Jim hares out of his cottage
into the busy streets.
He has bags clung to his back
and his arms.
In a beautiful yellowish cardigan,
he is clad in
and a rocky pair of boots to fit.
"Where is Jim headed?",
asked Mrs Bishopton.
"He is up to catch a train to Yorkshire",
replied Mr. Wellington.
There at the rail station, Jim sits.
Seated also by the rail side are many others,
waiting impatiently to be conveyed to Yorkshire....

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Shady Sail Ills Forgotten,
Crests and Peaks Roll with the Laugh-in’. 
Eyes and Heirs Make No Bones, 
No Want Nor Wish, To Know 'the Jones.’ 
Tis Where You Rise, 
Tis Where You’ll Lay, 
There's Nowhere Else, Like T1Bay.

About a cool suburb called Tiitahi (Tee Tah He) Bay in a city called Porirua, Wellington Aotearoa-New Zealand. 'Ti' (tee) is the Maori word for a Cabbage Tree. 'Tahi' means number one or single in Maori....

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The Wellington Harbor vagrants that waddled
Removed from the sushi stand where they coddled
Were heard to say,
"That is okay,"
"For it badly needs to be remodeled"
   



New Zealand Police Detain Penguins 
New Zealand Police on Monday arrested a pair of penguins as they were caught loitering outside a sushi outlet. The birds, described as "waddling vagrants" were held near a Wellington train station as they made their way to a nearby Sushi Bi....

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