Fiddled Poems - Poems about Fiddled

...Walz fiddled while the city was burning National Guard assist he was spurning Just as Old Nero fiddled Mayor Walz also diddled His judgement was, oh, so undiscerning......Read the rest...

...She wiggled and jiggled and giggled in bed It fiddled and faddled and rattled her head But she wiggled so much that she fell to the floor And wiggled and jiggled and giggled some more He ......Read the rest...

......or It's good to be the king! What was't made King Cole Such a merry old soul As he sucked on his pipe, And he supped from his bowl, And he fiddled around With three young court musicians? ......Read the rest...

...Kimo, haiku, couplet Expectations Under Wraps on Christmas Eve wild hammering and disciplined screwing of elves in Santa’s workshop - will toys be fiddled with… an exotic sleigh an......Read the rest...

...Fer these er nay stumblin' on a reality that er givein' us reasons to be spooked fer our future en global stability... gee! wake-up we should be scared, gosh already we're experiencin' more, a......Read the rest...

...I went to my mailbox and was in shock, There was a mysterious letter in there. It was from a person named Sherlock, My nerves on edge, I fiddled my hair. Its arrival was from across the pond. ......Read the rest...

...I took the off ramp too soon I should have driven on to the next exit but I left too soon. Now in a strange landscape I slow down looking for road signs waymarks, names, and places known to me......Read the rest...

...'Fiddle dee dee' sang the fiddler As he fiddled with his frog Something sounded off He was barking like a dog He tuned his fiddle up again And drew the bow o'er the strings And lo! A harm......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time, back in the near future, a frog and a fiddler were together by suture. Now the fiddler played his fiddle all day, the frog, had a unique croak, in which he did play. They were......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time, back in the near future, a frog and a fiddler were held together by suture. Now the fiddler played his fiddle all day, the frog, had a unique croak, in which he did play. They......Read the rest...

...Who knew old bossy crooned on the streets of Anatevka? She fiddled around as a marine; and a matchmaker on Broadway. This Golden Girl, Auntie Mame, Bea Arthur, served her country then lent her ......Read the rest...

...I strolled beneath a barren wood, feeling maligned, misunderstood. Late night attempts at cloning sheep bore little else but lack of sleep. My research grant had been denied, so I, exhausted, ......Read the rest...

...Calling Captain Hindsight, where the heck are you? The table booked for one-fifteen and now it’s ten-past-two, The waiting staff are anxious, they want me to move on, Their patience was exhausted ......Read the rest...

......lights the path to plays only the night graces. Boys, leaping on feets, tapping shadows of girls bridling fires beneath the supper pots. Ghost of one whose promise rebates. Grace of one......Read the rest...

...The steep steps go down the winding wash, along the plodded cobbles between the cottages with their smuggling hollows, their sleet rinsed eaves. Beyond the scarp the bay tumbles over shingl......Read the rest...