Sixpence Poems - Poems about Sixpence

"This is believed to be a version that I'd furthered a bit more," ... by Poet Sing a song of gone-byes, A pocket golden watch. Four and twenty hours Staked as top-notch. When the time had entered, The Cuckoo Clock did sing. Wasn't that a dandyish, As sunset be the king. The king in his grandfather clock, Tick tocking away. The queen mooning the dark hour, Waxes...

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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...

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Our Christmas dinner was served, With traditional veggies and meat, It’s a roast with the usual crackle, Plus gravy to make it complete. And then it is time for the sweets, It’s a pudding with personal pride From a recipe of our grandmother, With money that’s hidden inside. Now each and all hope and they pray, The pudding that’s put on their plate, Will be...

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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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On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence, Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late, wind dried my face I was cold, While leaning on the stop sign I could see into rooms through lighted windows, All seemed warm and cosy Christmas Trees glowed and fairy lights...

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