Vicky Poems - Poems about Vicky

Once knew a girl named Vicky She was an eater so picky Till one fine day Humble pie she ate With homeless kids from the city...

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Old Roy’s place is pretty, soft, songbird sweet Out in the country, secluded, warm, welcoming On weekends high school students gravitate there To sing around campfire, and drink illegally. Old Roy has been helping children become alcoholics for decades Not sure when it got started, but his bonfires are legend. The kids call them “The Vicky Roast” in honor of his...

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Vicky is an archer, born on the 14th of April, In 1977, and started getting that archery thrill, In 2010 when she competed for the first time: She found archery thru a friend’s lucid dime. She lives in Malvern in Worcester, England, So she trains in Lillishall in Shropshire’s land, At the National Sports & Conference Centre, Where there...

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I do not have the words to describe the uniqueness of you You are the voice in the wilderness Crying out to me Not to just me alone Still you speak directly to my soul I am moved too places I have not seen Experiences foreign to my imagination I taste the dirt beneath your fingertips I am satisfied And yet I wish to...

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It may come as quite a shock but Queen Victoria Loved a curry on a Friday night liked plenty of sex and smoked pot. Queen Victoria and her husband Prince Albert, had 9 children together. Her Indian servant and confidant introduced her to Indian food. Taking drugs and opium were legal in such times. P Dome. copyright 2012....

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Shall I compare thee to the Autumn's breeze Or to the Summer's gourds where they grow green Before the spook day's jack-o-lanterns scream their jagged tooth grins into the dark October night? Shall I compare thee to the ice tray left unfilled, Wanting liquid for our drinks to chill? Perhaps I shall draw a simile Of the sad setting sun...

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Layer upon layer then a surprise inside Poor little Vicky has gone and died Big plastic trash bags and the face they hide Poor little Vicky has gone and died Evil man, evil man has chopped her up Poor little Vicky was left to rot Smothered her in plastic and threw dirt on top Poor little Vicky was left to rot People are...

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My oldest daughter calls me All hours of the day Just to say, "I love you!" A little joke she plays She calls me every break she gets Calls me when she wakes If she's going out Oh, for heaven's sakes! I'm outta the shower Or heading off to bed You'd think she lives miles away But lives with me instead I cannot be mad For her voice...

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Vicky my cat I...

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