Snappily Poems - Poems about Snappily

...Let me tell you my story Not that it covers me in glory Looking to be ferried across a river A frog took me on board as long as I stung him never Halfway across we were chatting happily When......

Continue reading...

...Zippily, zippity, I slip down the slippery dip slide. Zippity-doo-dah, slippily-dippity-do! Suddenly and nippily, tipping backwards to quicken the pace. Snappily, I whippingly swish right off......

Continue reading...

...They lived out loud and proud and dazzled the neighbors But only the ones who were paying attention Which was not many actually They laughed so strong and long that others rolled their eyes The......

Continue reading...

...A crumpled bit of paper Dust lined creased edges A fog of memories Invading her heavenly sanctuary Loud voices rape her Moat of sheltering hedges Adrift on wavering seas It's better not eve......

Continue reading...

...There is a gopher hiding in the gooseberry bushes, Kaie, the town gossip told me. I looked hard. Got prickled by the bush’s thorns too. Got bloody. Hey! Someone said. It was a snappily dressed ......

Continue reading...

...Vembadi, my Alma Mater On day one, I stepped into school tearfully, In school uniform, clutching my bag nervously. Miss Barker appeared! I gazed at her fearfully, Her foreign face scared the......

Continue reading...

...Zest still lingering on the golden beach, afar usher flocks of flowers of spring peach, sprucely greeting ensemble yet snappily nodding each. Estrangement erased, elysian exclusives elope into ......

Continue reading...

...Carol Ellen’s love of granite will turn her into a fulfilled geologist. Tim’s fascination with stem cells will help him be a fantastic biologist. Me, myself, I want to a tri-scientist. Maybe paleon......

Continue reading...

...There are red and green snitchies in my fingers, They rapidly chase me down my wooden hall. Delightedly twirl me I into a mass with their zingers, Eleven can quickly roll me into a giant ball. ......

Continue reading...

...Old Mr. Nicholson totters across the town square to the barbershop where Clive has cut his hair for the last forty years or so Not hardly needing even a trim but pretending he has a reason ......

Continue reading...

...Do I Like You?  Do I like the amount you put into my mouth? Do I like how you wash me in the shower? Do I like how you put my clothes on - strangely? Do I like your order for my bracelet, th......

Continue reading...