Tucker Poems - Poems about Tucker

It's enough to make one chunder there used to be a time Down Under when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin only stated the true blue maker's name and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is...

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Why did little Tommy Tucker Have to sing for his supper? Did he stammer and stutter To merit just bread and butter? And what miscreant oaf Would then give him a loaf But nary a knife to cut through it? Didn't Tom have enough strife In his life with no wife, Or did fat spread on starch Help him chew it? ...

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Tommy Tucker was a youth of slight build, seeming younger than twenty, Which was Tommy's true age; like a lone, silver star, apart from the plenty. Tommy was well known for his great singing voice, so silky and stunning, That people paid to hear him croon; like honey throated bees, humming. But, as it wasn't enough to pay his...

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A pirate I knew named Tucker Was quite a gullible sucker I mixed his rum with a lime I said " It'll would taste fine" So now, He’s a drunken old pucker...

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The biggest boy in all the school Was Charlie Bull, who was no fool! All the pupils knew the truth, This bully was just so uncouth. Every day he had to fight, He’d bust your nose just for spite. But nobody could have ever guessed Why Friday would have been so blessed. Tucker Short was on his way To ‘Green Boys High’ that...

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Tucker is our eighty pound Dogo Argentino family pet. Under foot is where he lays. Creeping into the kitchen at the smell of food; hoping, if he’s lucky he’ll get a crumb, or two. Keeps me tripping; he’s leading, then he abruptly stops, to see if you are still behind. Evening and morning; you see two shadows, one is mine,...

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A puzzle piece gets tucked away Inside a resting boot And Henry, who's the tucker, Finds this type of thing a hoot. A book is likewise hidden In a laundry pail or drawer Where, if someone isn't watching, We won't find it anymore. This hide and seek's adorable Though it comes with a cost, For it's just a stroke of luck so far That nothing has...

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Yucky Chucky Tucker Yucky Chucky Tucker was smelly as can be, he never took a bath and hardly ever brushed his teeth. Everywhere he went he left an odor in the air, and Yucky Chucky Tucker never combed his hair. His hands were always dirty cause he played with stinky worms, he never cared if he got sick, he wasn't afraid...

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You heard about old Tommy Tucker To me, he’s a real nyuk-nyuker For he’d make me laugh When he chugged half & half And then through his nose he’d up-chucker...

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Russell Sivey Contest Name Good Luck Meal Aussie Drover’s tucker Build your fire upwind of the billy, If you want it to more than shepherd boil, Thick slabs of Corn meat n damper, (camp oven bread) with a drop of tomato sauce, Or corn meat fritters fried on the coals, In kidney fat of course, A billy full of Bushels...

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Dear Ebony, Gingy Whingy, and the squawking crows If they keep this up, we will really come to blows Its tucker time, and they’re all impatient for a feed Can’t they that big sign I’m working ever read Now Ginger’s nudging me with his cute little nose Dear Ebony, Gingy Whingy, and the squawking crows I’m fed up to...

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Bore drain tucker (stock water channel, cross country from an Artesian bore) Waiting for a feed on the old bore drain, Maybe, might not ever rain? Have me 4 gallon tin full of holes, To let ole shrimp in, Or crayfish sweet n old. Bit of old meat, tied in the tin, Come on lobby, just jump...

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you're my solid rock *i'll always be writing lines real deal man of steel my dream lover true *i'll always be singing rhymes about love ov e above few lines robbed from youth never forgotten just as hot today...

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Old tucker brown wanted to Go fishing, He sat and planned his day Of activity, He got his fishing gear, with His rubber boots in hand, “Oh my gosh” It is pouring cats and dogs, Maybe a Cadillac, One…… At the most, do not know the Color… For the clouds were so very Black.. Well, At least he thought it was, You could see his anticipation As he looked out the window The...

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