Tankards Poems - Poems about Tankards

...Busty shaped and large of hip the busy winds of October buffet my brain within its whistling cave. Around the shoulders of every lumpy molehill taverns and tankards bloom in a russet corner ......

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...gather wares for market day and cauldrons of the land baneful stock for the boiling pot before the evening’s end tankards spill and taverns heave upon these Beltane days see magic folk and so......

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...we met in glass jars on the Beagle in the Pacific I'd never seen anything like you before, your hair, your smile, your huggable eyes, thrown together by beards and tankards grabbed from every ......

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...Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus Before landscapers mow swaths across undulating waves of clover (the father/daughter team usually cut grass every Tuesday) bumblebees alight from one to an......

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...she would sing with birds known to set many records drank many tankards? she sure seemed so fine my vivacious valentine drank big Ballentine Have you ever heard of Ballentine Beer Before......

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...` O’ crooked branch and magpie’s claw, yon rusted chains a’ sway this night Clutch tight a sign “The Seagull's Squall” of splintered wood and storm clouds fight Old tavern lone this craggy......

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...Viva la morning sun Midnight, dark night, no light, can’t go. So dark, so quiet, so I guess the neighbours are not home. Waiting for sleep to arrive, but it never does on time. Still waiting ......

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...I once lived in high Montana and I knew a man who live there, went by the name Rodrigo, known to most for his wild hair. But Roddy didn’t grow it long to try and impress some girl, Roddy was ......

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...Jo King loved frothy tankards of beer Which she drank every day of the year Interred in a keg She swallowed each dreg So her tombstone reads, "Wish you were here!"......

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...Everyone who has money should drop it in a vat and anyone who needs money should take what they need a Swede, a Dane and two Norwegians tell Fred, also an economist who flew in from Yale.......

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...Paddy didn't want to go to his wife's family reunion. He told her that in the same nice way he had told her in years past so as to avoid other reunions over the many years they had been married. Hild......

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...THREE WITCHES A LOVE SONNET Three ancient, rotten, horrid, witches just awoke from their daytime snore, These evil, reeking, damaged, sisters, Cursed the land for thirty-five score. As th......

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...(A Salute to Emily Dickinson) I taste a liquor never brewed In structured vats of men Not all the tankards ever filled Could reign this nectar in Inebriate of Christ am I His words I’m sipp......

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...For Old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for “some” other giants – Part Two III Is there an answer to this gaping question ......

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...For Didds Four tankards found at the foot of the hill Bet someone got w*nkered, and now they feel ill Bet it went down so easy that no one resisted And now they’ve forgotten the tankards existe......

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