Sticky Wicket
...Sticky Wicket
O molasses sticky wicket -
A groaning preached of tips malaise.
In Boston’s North, ever thicket -
O molasses sticky wicket.
Each towny hand, with no picket,
And hellfire now, th...
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Categories:
towny, america, death,
Form: Triolet
Towny
...For this town
I've grown routes and died,
for the pocket of seeds you carry,
let me down.
But I have to be carried,
till we find the right shade,
as the place I left
isn't where I was meant to be....
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Categories:
towny, urban,
Form: Blank verse
G'Day Part 1 a Poem For Don
...I was situated in full recline
Just waiting for something to do
When I saw Sam, a mate of mine,
Dragging a kangaroo.
The bouncer strained against the rope
That Sam held tightly in his han...
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Categories:
towny, funny,
Form: Light Verse