Poems about poke (31 Poems)
Marelli’s Fruit and Real Estate (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
That is what the bright neon sign read this bit of fun, this whimsy this place Leno would love to lampoon poke fun A shop, a store, with a little of this and that selling fruit its true and other … Continue reading
The Truckers (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t’include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why Rome will not allow Exchange in wedlock, and its leave avow; Not ev’ry time such wishes might arise, But, once … Continue reading
Bad Day At The Beauty Salon (Maggie Estep Poem)
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a job, but first, I needed a haircut. So I head for this beauty salon on Avenue B. I’m gonna get … Continue reading
The Return of Albert (Marriott Edgar Poem)
You’ve ‘eard ‘ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and ‘orse’s ‘ead ‘andle, Gave a lion a poke in the ear. The name of the lion was Wallace, The poke in the … Continue reading
Magna Carta (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I’ll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons’ command On Runningmead Island in t’ middle of t’ Thames By King John, as were known as “Lack Land.” Some say it were wrong of the Barons Their … Continue reading
Albert’s Return (Marriott Edgar Poems)
You’ve `eard `ow young Albert Ramsbottom At the zoo up at Blackpool one year With a stick with an `orse’s `ead `andle Gave a lion a poke in the ear? The name of the lion was Wallace, The poke in … Continue reading
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they said, But for the more part they laugh’d and play’d;* *were diverted And at this tale I saw no man … Continue reading
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, That he not said it was a noble story, And worthy to be *drawen to memory*; *recorded* And *namely the … Continue reading
Phantasmagoria CANTO V ( Byckerment ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
“DON’T they consult the ‘Victims,’ though?” I said. “They should, by rights, Give them a chance – because, you know, The tastes of people differ so, Especially in Sprites.” The Phantom shook his head and smiled. “Consult them? Not a … Continue reading
Size and Tears (Lewis Carroll Poem)
When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare not shave – A little whisper at my ear Enquires the reason of my fear. I answer “If that ruffian … Continue reading