Clarence Poems - Poems about Clarence

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence The following crafted approximately midway into the administration of forty fifth president, whose crass, gutsy, lewd, repulsive yawping finds him squarely poised to nab the nomination as Republican front runner come the...Read the rest...

My shaking hand ~ Inside my pants pocket Warmed it be ~ When I pulled out my locket Zuzu's baby picture ~ My dear treasured keep Always with me ~ By my bed when I...Read the rest...

C. Cure T. Clarence Been making, (sans daily) regular appearance in the news oval hate gambling arrogance vis a vis spewing, shouting, and scathing rabidly ...Read the rest...

subsequently splashed by LXXII spittle aged perspiring ogre) with exuberance (like some voodoo freelance sing hexed indigo gurl goo goo doll, a villainous venal mummified rattle...Read the rest...

Clarence A. Jennings Son of the World Now, Son of God A baby named Clarence was given to a mother at a tender yet an older age she disappointed to find she was with child once again but...Read the rest...

I call him Clarence, for no especial reason. He announces in a soothing if somewhat stilted synthesised tone, 'The time is now ten a.m.' He will oblige again at ten thirty and then again at eleven. Such is the mobile phone: it gives you...Read the rest...

Anyone considered him a master with the saxophone. As far as quality was considered, he stood alone. Clarence and the other members of the E-Street Band, when they backed up the Boss, they really sounded grand. I remember seeing...Read the rest...

when the call came I was tieing my shoes it was raining and i was heading out for coffee i felt the phone ring through the line, the phone my bones he was 88 years old the man of my dreams he taught...Read the rest...