The Street Girl (Bonnie Parker Poems)
You don't want to marry me honey,Though just to hear you ask me is sweet;If you did you'd regret it ...
You don't want to marry me honey,Though just to hear you ask me is sweet;If you did you'd regret it ...
Did you ever meet Bert? 'E's all over the town, In offices, shops an' in various places, Cocky an' ...
First I tried a Dry Martini;But found not one teeny-weeny Semblance of a kick in any kind of this.Then I ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
YESTERDAY was St. Valentine. Thought you at all, dear dove divine, Upon the beard in sorry trim And rueful countenance ...
When the drays are bogged and sinking, then it's no use sitting thinking, You must put the teams together and ...
Grief thief of time crawls off,The moon-drawn grave, with the seafaring years,The knave of pain steals offThe sea-halved faith that ...
A seedy young man in Savanah Fell in love with a rich girl named Anna, But her ...
It was an actor, seedy, sad, Who stood within the gate;Long weary marches he had had - He had not ...
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua, suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin with him, unshaven. Though not, ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Seedy Henry rose up shy in de world & shaved & swung his barbells, duded Henry up and p.a.'d poor ...
Dawn's my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
Said he: "You saw the Master clear; By Rushy Pond alone he sat, Serene and silent as a seer, in ...
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, ...
Pro Bono Publico Went out the streets to scan, And marching to and fro He met a seedy man, Who ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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