Poems about wobbly (21 Poems)
Digger Smith (Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems)
‘E calls me Digger; that’s ‘ow ‘e begins.‘E sez ‘e’s only ‘arf a man; an’ grins.Judged be ‘is nerve, I’d say ‘e was worth twoUv me an’ you.Then ‘e digs ‘arf a fag out uv ‘is vest,Borrers me matches, an’ … Continue reading
Kingry’s Mill (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
On old Brandywine– aboutWhere White’s Lots is now laid out,And the old crick narries downTo the ditch that splits the town–,Kingry’s Mill stood. Hardly seeWhere the old dam ust to be;Shallor, long, dry trought o’ grassWhere the old race ust … Continue reading
Summation Without Respect (Guy de Maupassant Poems)
I very little knew your husband, Madam;He was large and ugly, I did not know more.But we are not annoyed, when we love a woman,Whether the husband is one-eyed or wobbly or impotent.I felt that this inoffensive and stupid beingWas … Continue reading
Eve Of St. Agony Or The Middleclass Was Sitting On Its Fat (Kenneth Patchen Poems)
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rocketsof quick lice crawling inland, planting their damn flags,putting their malethings in any hole that will stand still,yapping bloody murder while they slice off each other’s heads,spewing themselves around, priesting, whoring, lordingit over … Continue reading
Happier Than A King (Judd Mortimer Lewis Poems)
When I hustle home at evening,And the light shines from the door,An’ I see my little babyRollin’ happy on the floor,An’ see sister helpin’ mother,I’m as tickled as kin be;An’ there ain’t no king a-livin’That has got the best o’ … Continue reading
Branch Library (Edward Hirsch Poems)
I wish I could find that skinny, long-beaked boywho perched in the branches of the old branch library. He spent the Sabbath flying between the wobbly stacksand the flimsy wooden tables on the second floor, pecking at nuts, nesting in … Continue reading
The Stones of Gosh (C J Dennis Poems)
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh, And Tush, his virtuous Queen.And here is a tale of the Oglike Ogs, In … Continue reading
Spike Wegg (C J Dennis Poems)
Me photer’s in the papers! ’Oly wars! A ‘ero, I’ve been called in big, black type. I ‘ad idears the time was close on ripe Fer some applorseTo come my way, on top uv … Continue reading
The Glug Quest (C J Dennis Poems)
Follow the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge,Turn to the left at the notice board, Climbing the cow-track over the ridge;Tip-toe soft by the little red house, Hold your breath if they touch the latch,Creep … Continue reading
Digger Smith (C J Dennis Poems)
‘E calls me Digger; that’s ‘ow ‘e begins.‘E sez ‘e’s only ‘arf a man; an’ grins. Judged be ‘is nerve, I’d say ‘e was worth two Uv me an’ you.Then ‘e digs ‘arf a fag out uv ‘is … Continue reading