Skipper Poems - Poems about Skipper

Big Ben chimes again With Bazball zen One of those men From special stock Shepherd of the flock Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock From New Zealand's Southern Isle But only there for a wee while Mighty flame haired flair laird  Without doubt more about Blighty's North East They forged this bellicose beast Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire   Glutton & gourmand gorged feast Test town crier Puffed buffed chest Inspire..burning Proper copper topper Churning...

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you … skipped me like a polished little stone … you couldn’t pitch me away like any sparingly normal human being would (to save me the abrasions to my ego) but threw me decidedly parallel to the plane of passion’s oblivion - the G-forces of sensuality’s fade pulling my integumental id back like plastic wrap over a bowl, and buckling my ”but why?”s shut before I could...

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high in the highlands Scotland where he found a new yes an entirely new species of butterfly and named it after his wife now she is my wife as i stand awkwardly with not one but a dozen roses in hand thinking obviously not planned very well for how can this top that...

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To the rock That wished to fly Like a butterfly Sent skipping along The mirrored sky Bearing a Layton sigh Do you feel alive? *Skipper: a type of butterfly *Layton: Irving Layton 1912-2006 Canadian poet, author of "Butterfly on Rock"...

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she stood in the window and sung this to the world "I am a walrus the fish in the sea I am a walrus ruh1, ruh ! you see I am a walrus the crabs and fish I eat I am a walrus the clams are so sweet ! ruh! ruh! your ships and there nets MMy tender fishes eat'em all you can bet ! I am a walrus the ice...

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I have a young dog, a fair dog, a good dog. Each day, with bent head and swift paw He follows me; he leads me over hill and over dale. This young dog, this fair dog, this good dog Trots by me through forest grim And still is there when clear again. He’ll brave the night and take a fight From whom’...

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Growing Skipper Remember Skipper – Barbie’s best friend You probably played with her way back when They also made Skipper with an odd little twist When you raised her arm by her wee little wrist She grew an inch taller but what was the best She also developed a wee little breast The doll was for girls who were growing up too But...

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we dont think it,but we never meant to be it abandoned, left reeds...

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There once was a skipper called Handy With his girl crew became very randy. In his strategic place, One kick see his face, He now sings soprano, just like Mandy....

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