Woodworm Poems - Poems about Woodworm

...Fly dust is a pie must when baking “trick or Treats” Spider monkey, nice and chunky also makes good eats Effervescent woodworm whip tops th......

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...I walked along the corridors of time staring at reality in front of me and the vision of the night with loose bolts flickering in the sky shaped my unknown destiny. I felt courage moving up my spi......

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...Nicorates warned me about you not so much with words more in dubiety, a clairaudient hesitation imagine an experienced woodworm widely travelled and well read making peace with a cluttered ......

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...I let it slip away. With every fleeting day, The countdown ticks, and the woodworm picks.   I let it slip away. We deplete into decay. A heartbreak needs a fix. Sticky roll pops c......

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...Sixgun Sid’s a cowboy but he isn't very good He thinks that he’s the meanest cowboy in the neighbourhood Once he tried to shoot the sheriff where the sheriff stood His guns went off before he drew......

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...ALWAYS CHECK YOUR TANK Johnny Smiths gang had just robbed the town bank With gang members scar face Mike, and old Hank Their getaway car Wasnt going far Cos Hank forget to put gas in ......

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...A mean peg legged pirate called Barnaby Was once a great terror out on the sea He robbed and left many dead They put a price on his head He was smart and always managed to flee The navy got a ......

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...HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Happy birthday to a lovely lady called Jan Who's a poet from The Isle of Man So please raise your glass To a very nice lass Burn (s) the candle at both ends while you can. H......

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...I am located in a park, where I am contemplating adjacent trees. One tree in particular has caught my attention. With each thought I feel ever more at one with this tree. How can I contemplate ......

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...Reading diaries of different discussion blots is considered to be akin to perusing the top shelf of a historical library section. Each label once worn drops like stones sinking into the carpet and cr......

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...A pointing stick on a pointing curve is a bit treacherous especially after rain. But if a rainbow is a grinning sky and a moon is not moody then the sun would be a titan awareness of a zenith sheet. ......

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...Another year has gone, it just slipped away, Without notice or warning or eulogies to say. On purpose, I barely register its passing…only crack A bitter smile; A half-raised, quizzical eyebrow, m......

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