Trimmer Poems - Poems about Trimmer

...A snipping of scissors The hum of the trimmer The hollow sound of an AM radio Idyll chatter Kids, grandkids The weather A quick trim of thinning hair Melancholy moments revisited No appointme......

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...Passing of the New Year We could have had champagne and not Buck’s fizz, but then we aren’t in showbiz. We glorify and harness God’s creation in full spirit, praising his glory. The passing of the y......

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... Christmas is just around the corner convulsions in the stomach region Poor elves who create all the toys and Santa takes the credit Squeezing me into the bus to the neare......

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...Embrace the Day Before manscaping with my hair trimmer, my arm hair army wrapped further, further around my cylindrical arms, like wheat stalks before the harvest. All atilt in a summertime wi......

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...Written: October 30, 2023, For Brian Strand Contest ______________________________________________ as gloominess drops to the ground the lamplighter performs his ro......

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...Well here we are us happy guys At the start of an exciting new day The sun is shining the boidies are singing What more is there to say! Perhaps it's that second piece of apple pie Or ......

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...Don’t you know why Ted is slimmer? His eyes no more with hopes glimmer: Had long swum in pools with shimmer, As long in frustration swimmer; Ted would not bear Todd’s New Tipper Plus dreams of m......

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...There’s a picture going around of a man who’s from our city he’s got his Johnson out and my gosh it is a biggie the girls have shared it with all the girls it’s gone viral so I’m told my mate s......

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...Does your back end waddle like a duck? Does your rear sway from side to side? Is there a rumbling sound when sitting down With large ripples in your hide? Perhaps it's that second piece......

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... A line trimmer doesn’t really eat; That’s a trick that would be quite neat. Instead, it tends to aerosolize, Throw grass in your nose and rocks in your eyes. Turns poison ivy to a fine......

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...gardens are where we are: from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane" from mountain to coast, town to country from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice f......

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...I’m ready for Tic Tac Toe Cause I got my own rhymes to show Watch me shine My X’s are always in a row Can you feel the room react as it feels my glow The Tickity Tac Tac Clackity Clack Clack......

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...Does your back end waddle like a duck? Does your rear sway from side to side? Is there a rumbling sound when sitting down With large ripples in your hide? Perhaps it's that second piece......

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...She doesn’t like the garden on the wall, where the flowers are without fragrance. You hammer the alphabet nails into her brain. Her little thumb and index finger waver on a hard pencil. She ......

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...Memory has got deeper, lake deep. There are bodies still yoyoing around in that water – most of them younger images of me. A buoyed-up-recognizable-self rises to the surface: I’ve lost weig......

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