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Stratton Poems - Poems about Stratton


Premium MemberLawn Mower Facts

...Lawn Mower Facts

Briggs and Stratton is number one, 
Grandpa use to say…
They will last until the cows come home.
Then he dreamed a bit…

The Deere, Oh John, he plows forever, 
If you can af...
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Categories: stratton, blessing, butterfly, chocolate, devotion,
Form: Narrative

Blowfly Bert the Bowerbird

...Get the barby firing, put on the ready meat
have the odour wafting through houses in the street;
someone half a mile away, puts his nose in the air,
goes hell-bent on a bloodhound scent to get ove...
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Categories: stratton, character, satire,
Form: Rhyme



Early Snow

...It snowed last night, two inches.
Should make Black Friday driving
interesting, to say the least.
The snow sounds like hands on Styrofoam
beneath my mucking-boots.
Green and browns wisps of gras...
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Categories: stratton, appreciation, light, nature, seasons,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberHoney's Light, Gold and Mahogany - Home

...Dad looking at that weatherboard house, Old Tooters home,
A thrifty man.. us to him did his brother send,
Saying that the place could do with a mend;
The roof had red patches of pitted rust, the cost...
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Categories: stratton, family, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Prose Poetry

John Stratton

...(DEDICATED TO JOHN STRATTON WHO DIED OCTOBER 25, 1991.)

He starred in Doctor Who back in 1985.
Many of his fans are sad because he's no longer alive.
He starred as an alien who was an Androgum.
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Categories: stratton, death, dedicationoctober,
Form: Rhyme



Tillero and Tractorette

...A pretty lawn tractor fell in love with a tiller,
A romance that was doomed from the start.
Because her ancestors were all Briggs & Stratton,
While the tiller is proudly Tecumseh at heart.
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Categories: stratton, funny, love, time, ,
Form: I do not know?

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