Squire Poems - Poems about Squire

A fine country squire name of Zachary, Made a fortune in his haberdashery. The ladies and gents, Put out a fair pence, In return for the good squire's advisory. He fancied a dowager lady, Known as quiet, fastidious Miss Sadie. She was quite a good looker, Also a good cooker, But there was two sides to this lady. The squire did call on Miss Sadie. Demurely...

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Squire - a recollection of war I'm twenty seven years old Not, old by any standard But, in my world...I'm seven Seven years removed from an IED Seven years away from the day that changed me Seven years into my new life We were on a routine mission If you can call anything in Khandahar routine Convoy escort, some press folks A country singer and his...

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I'm twenty seven years old Not, old by any standard But, in my world...I'm seven Seven years removed from an IED Seven years away from the day that changed me Seven years into my new life We were on a routine mission If you can call anything in Khandahar routine Convoy escort, some press folks A country singer and his band And us....always us We were Military...

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I knew a man who always traveled, he worked hard and was ever on the go. He said that he would like to own property, a Squire or Country Gentleman, as you may know. I could not believe it, as one day he came with cash in hand. He said he wanted to get away to quiet, but...

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A young squire set off through the dark woods he was on his way to town to find adventure and fun When he was set upon by villains bravely he fought them off his sword now blood-red on toward the town ahead Then a fearsome dragon blocked his way with fire he strung his longbow and shot it dead through the eye He passed by an...

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Angel of fire, followed by faithful right hand, the squire of no desire, he's lonely, old and tired, but his war is a death sentence from over, years made him bolder, while also much colder, a crack away from snap, snap away from burst, stomach hurts, tear and squirts out the insides, no one knows where he went but he...

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I suppose that nearly every town has its share of self-appointed snobs, A few old crabs and the usual crowd of ordinary Bills, Jills and Bobs. In our fair village there's a character whose name is "Squire" Squab, Whose well-known eccentricities stand out among the seething mob! No one seems to know how the title of "squire" he acquired. Nor...

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Country Squire that owns this estate Surrounding land and many lakes No longer comes on scheduled time In the village he mostly awaits On his white steed he often climbs To the estate he comes anytime Brings a lady by his carriage Wants a soulmate's love that's sublime On estate he has advantage Where he can put in her beverage A potion of borage love...

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