Wooly Poems - Poems about Wooly

Having counted wooly sheep was woken from a deep delta sleep in the middle of the night thought I'd heard a pig snort but no that can't be right tho' kicked out of bed and landing on my head knew where I stood for delegated to the floor then relegated to the room next door when in no uncertain terms she said, 'You're sawing wood, you...

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Willy, a wild mammoth lives in my yard Shedding head all over in clumps Neighbors come by and collect it in bales Making comforters, pillows and plush cushions They bring casseroles, carrots, croissants and canapes Willy has the best life, and he knows it Milking it for all it is worth...

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Beside the green and flush meadows, Lies a pen of sheeps, grazing around the green grass, where the kind shepherd lives. Wandering in the nearby hills, I found a wooly sheep, Hasn't been sheared for years I think, it's wool was dense and thick. Took it to the caring sheperd, To get rid of its...

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riding the shoulder, standing right with the movement is my boy lil Wooly Dog surfing waves on the rocking chair coming in from the back he holds his paws in place as if pawing into the whitewash getting ready to settle in then barreling into the blanket where it is cool and calm with a nice breeze blowing over he closes his eyes for a...

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~~~ Black and brown and furry ...

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Why do you try to pull the wool over my eyes? Others can see your own hypocrisy Often telling blatant lies Life is for living, You need to get a life! Contest:WOOL Sponsor:C T 12~30~15...

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For eons the Wooly Mammoth slumbers, deep in his impatient sleep Restless beneath his brilliant blanket of Artic Ice. Neath the timeless tundra you can hear him weep. Memory is a thunderstorm raging in the caverns of his mind Frozen in the inexorable blue glacier of his torment, Grinding down all time lost and misspent. Aghast, he dreams of a past...

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My dreams are wooly mammoths monstrous beings with tusks as long as a man's arms, eyes as big as saucers and hairy as all get out. My dreams are prehistoric, some small genetic chain in a stem cell linking me to where we were once when the wooly beast stuck his head into our shelter, frightening the children, fretting the women. The Shaman drew his likeness on the wall of...

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