Emma Watson you're the bomb
Fuse you count as boom
Eyebrows too, you are to me
what every boy can loom
For what you are to high explode
a spy can be your brow
And beaten am I in your presence
I seem to watch you POW!
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Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Eyebrows Emma's steering wheel
Emma to be rush
Tward the roadway met for love
That her leering crush
To a bumper road for be
Pushed into a side
What between her sexy eyes
you'd not bolt - collide
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Snod little nose
and pert little chin
Almonds for eyes
and lids for her sin
Hold on her bracelet
And armed to her teeth
That be to Emma
Her trust to her breethe
And that to her couplings
She has to her rark
That as lovers or tailgates
She loveless love's ddark
For what is a mission
She's old Emma What
What a Watson to ending
is a crown layed to cott
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Dear Emma Watson,
Your eyebrows power fuel
Your sense of crocodilyism
a fan like me can joule
For what you are to leader
your whip can be to hip
What thrown into your circumstance
you are Too Big for skip
That I express my love to you
to better bite you'd be
For what you are an open jaw
my hesitation me
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
The pumpkin's name was Emma Watson
The pulp inside her grow
What all inside was mash and tide
of every gin they know
For what's a gin but berried water
a grain would glass-eyed glow
But Emma Watson fit and pride
what even caps turn flow
When questioned eyes are thoughts of joy
and nose no runny quilt
What all patched hands you're stitching up
what forms are meant to guilt
When even odds are flowing out
and in a bitter flask
What lips of seal to all our bottles
are toasted liquour task
To seams of Counts as oversights
are Dracula's at suck
What all the teeth and oily gums
are saturates for luck
To see you drink as any sip
you say a pumpkin's right
Where up your grum's a carried might
your pumpkin's lit tonight
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Emma's a gift
Folded box
Red tight ribbon
Bow big talks
Filled with tissue
Packed to strap
Pulled releasing
Boinged for gap
Quatrain poem by Trevor McLeod
When Holmes ejaculated,
'It doesn't take a brilliant detective
to identify many of the people
on this planet are damaged or defective,'
Dr. Watson was heard to observe,
'Never a truer word spoken.
Most we meet, at 221B Baker street,
are utterly, if not completely, broken.
Psychologists reason, 'Conditioning's the cause
for them to follow such absurd routines,'
but it's my considered and confirmed belief,
insanity really and truly runs in the genes.'
'pon reflection, in the blink of an eye,
quoth Sherlock in reply,
'All the King's horses and all the King's men,
couldn't put Humpty together again,
and the same goes for those we know.
But if I'm wrong on that, I'll eat your bowler hat,
or my deerstalker chapeau.'
Surely, my son, you work to bless us
Off-the-cuff, like Dr. Watson, no ego, how so?
Needing no reason, you just enlighten.
Trump poses as a staunch smarty
Disciple of Moriarty
With raunch he'll enthrall
And soon abuse all
Launching his psychopath party
Sherlock and Watson looked at the woman with blank expressions
What they had were some totally unique impressions
Watson was looking at her, thinking what a poor little thing
Sherlock was wishing the 221 Baker Street bell still did not ring
Her story was not sound in any sort of way to Sherlock who was not fooled.
Watson was ready to slay a dragon and help the woman, he needed to be schooled.
They heard about the dead body but there was no evidence in the least.
The forged papers were blurry, smeared and quite creased.
Her eyesight was not terrific, so Sherlock proved that she did not see what she said.
Watson was the one who figured out that without blood or a body no one was dead.
She was bipolar, and confused, a woman who simply needed her med.
So they sent her to a doctor who prescribed lithium and put her to bed.
Sherlock Holmes was seen at the local bar
Spying while drinking and smoking cigars
Ready to break his crime case
And take down the shady place
While Watson safely waited in the car
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vote for Jeremy Corbyn
Dearest Darren I miss you oh so much
All I want is for you to be returned to good health
Romantic writes you penned so well
Ridiculous sense of humour we share
Emails flew between us faster than Concorde
No one could make me laugh the way you do
Wish I knew how you are doing my friend
All my love and prayers are sent to you
There will never be another to take your place
So much fun being your poetry partner
Oh what a blast we had writing as Jadazzle United
Never a day passes when I don’t think of you
01~31~15
What was once a matching pair are now so very far apart
You hold one key, I hold the other, you are forever in my heart
I use the key daily, and it always reminds me of you
A gift unique and special and I know you use yours too
Jan Allison
27th August 2014
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