Tarmacadam Poems - Poems about Tarmacadam

...A weeping Willow tree Whined to a mighty Oak I am out of breath I feel so sad I think I'm going to choke. I heard a whisper in the breeze, That this could be our last day. Many of our beauti......

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...Bacon sizzling in a pan The aroma makes one hungry The smell of cooking anywhere Enjoyed by all and sundry Tarmacadam on the road A very pungent smell Not everyone likes it To most, it smell......

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...Nail clipped waxing moon Tarmacadam cooling Chirping birds retire ©DB......

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...Each time my Auntie Rosa went to shop in the High Street, She’d bring us back a pink-iced bun; it was our special treat. We’d take them up to Grandad’s (we preferred to eat them there) We’d scoff ......

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