Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
there was a daring young rake named Kent
who spent much time with a married woman from Trent
till it was said
they were caught in her bed
and the husband in his head put a dent
there was a daring young rake named Kent
who spent much time with a married woman from Trent
till it was said
they were caught in her bed
and the husband in his head put a dent
Here lies Martin Jacob "Sparky" Trent
Service Station Attendant
Smoking while fueling
Can be quite grueling
A flick of the Bic and away Sparky went.
Written November 14, 2022
A sportsman from Burton-on-Trent
Had such a peculiar bent
The kick that he felt
Was below the belt
That’s how his manhood got a dent
I knew a young lad from the village of Trent
He wore dark sunglasses wherever he went
Ladies couldn't see his blues,
So they focused on his fuse
'Til one day his vision was entirely spent.
written November 30, 2021
1582 France switch from Julian calendar
To Georgian calendar
Does it matter
Then council of Trent
No pun intent
Hindu calendar spring equinox
I bet you thought this was a poem , but guess what
Failed to recognize
The new year moved from April 1st to January first
Butt of jokes
Cruel pranks and hoaxs
Paper fish placed on their backs; Poisson d'avril;
Symbolized uncivilized
Young gullible person reality really made fun of
A jokes by jokesters
I bet you thought this was a poem
But guess what
And this forum
This did I mention
That I mentioned that I forget to give you attention
Nana Nana Nana haha yeah this is so cruel,.------------------------------->
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APRIL FOOL
4/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A lady from Burton on Trent
Would never have sex during Lent
Her husband would bleat
So how do we eat
And how do we pay this weeks rent
Lady Jennifer Trent
Here, with not a cent
Lies stingy Lady Jennifer Trent
Who, in trading health for wealth
Invited death in stealth!
Sept. 15, 2018
Ian trains at the National Water Sports Centre,
In Nottingham ‘cos he lives in Stoke-on-Trent,
And is a para-canoeist with many sports prior:
Powerlifting, handcycling and shooting’s tent.
Born in 1972 on the 25th of January’s month,
In 1992 Ian suffered a bad sporting accident,
Which restricted him to a wheelchair’s moth,
And he later got a motor condition divergent.
In 2014 at the ICF World Champs. in Moscow,
Ian won the silver medal in the K1 200 metres,
Then in 2015 at the ECA Euros in Czech’s sow,
Ian won a gold medal, again in the K1 200m.
So in Rio 2016 at the Summer Paralympics,
He smashed his personal best to win a bronze,
In the 200m which he completed in 51.22secs:
“Not disappointed. I’m very happy to win bronze.”
The shopping centre's open, the car park it is packed
No sign of mother nature unless it’s been vacuum packed
the car park just a lay by no clue’s what lays beyond
just a dirt track and a factory fence to walk along
traffic noise fades into the background
the birds begin to sing
and an ancient woodland stands before me
an oasis in a land of commerce scared by human hand
mother natures been out painting a lovely shade on blue
a woodland dappled with painted dots
Vincent van gogh would be pleased
when the bluebells show.
Parrotts drumble is an ancient woodland in an industrial centre please click the link to understand the poem many thanks
http://www.staffs-wildlife.org.uk/reserves/parrots-drumble
click on the link you can see a massive shopping centre the wood behind it
you walk down the side of a factory to get to it, and for those who do not live in the uk stoke on trent is an heavy industrial area .
The Vagabond
By
Tom Wright
There was a traveler named Trent,
From a city in Michigan called Flint.
He traveled so much,
He was never in touch,
Seems each time he arrived he went.
"The smug and silver Trent" - Shakespeare's Henry IV, Part I
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"The smug and silver Trent"
flooded badly in seventeen ninety-five,
when every bridge was damaged/washed away.
It's a risk today, but less so, so they say.
"The smug and silver Trent",
Will Shakespeare's quill recorded,
though at "smug" he took free license,
I would say.
10/27/2015
There was a lady from Trent
Who could not pay her rent.
She stitched and sewed
And lo and behold
She now resides in a tent.
With bent torso, fenced horse Corso,
Tows corpulent gent Morse into a Kent forest.
This portly source torments tense Corso to such a contentious extent
That he sends them off course with vehement force to show his discontent.
“Whoa”, vents the incensed Morse
With voice tense and hoarse from onerous discourse.
“Endorse a gentle course,
And dissent from one so dense and coarse.”
With sore torso resentment, Corso forewent his horse-sense and sent
Enormous Morse into a torrential watercourse from Trent.
“You senseless, offensive, violent horse,”
Chorused the tortured, drenched Morse.
Yet, Morse lamented and swore to descent his portly content,
As soon as Corso implements his chores back in Kent.
And to mend his sores
From his hell-bent horse,
Reinvented Morse reinforced his orders
By tensing the cords toward extensive fence borders.
With a consenting snort for repented gent Morse,
The contented horse, relented pretenses and wended a short decent course.
For Sheri's couplet contest
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