Fiddler Poems - Poems about Fiddler

Fiddler met twiddler on his way to church fidgeting and diddling, their fingers in a lurch Fiddle-sticks and Fiddle-faddle stopped to watch and stare puttering and muttering, one day in autumn’s air...

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Shorts up his ****, Not moving very fast, Shorts are too mini, You see too much skinny, Hand down his pants, As if there were ants, The “fit” of his shorts, Made our lunch aborts, Fiddling fiddling all the time, In his teeny tiny shorts the colour lime, Slick and wet they are so tight, Will he get out of them… He might (not)....

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Music pierces where words escape every mood a tune a hearts embrace...

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revere musical and other traditions be not a slave to them...

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If I were a famous poet Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum All day long, I'd write a biddy biddy bum If I were a famous man! I wouldn't have to rhyme hard Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum If I were a biddy biddy famous yidle-diddle-didle-didle poet I'd write an excellent epic full of great...

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Music provides the mood for movies, plays parties and food I'm a fiddler, that's my thing I provide moods, gimme a ring ~ not afraid to play 'second string' ...

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Grandpa fiddler was born in Bluegrass city He could strum a fiddler like a diddler’s middy. What does that mean? Ask a churched old biddy. It means that you do not understand Bluegrass city....

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Fiddler cats played bluegrass music down in Tennessee Tapping their toes triple time said the Green She Bee. Hoe down dancers came out of the woods to do a two step Bluegrass music gave them extra zest and amazing pep. Fiddler cats did not stop with that, oh, no! They played opera music up in west Buffalo. How they got that...

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Mocking the dead, is that a thing? How many ways can one be disrespecting? Laws that cause offenders to be free? Rape kits that exist only to be not breached. Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide. Our forefathers could not ever predict We would be as disrespectful as this. Ancestors bones surely roll like river As the wicked become...

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Homey Domey Gomey Loamy Foamy Stoamy Roamy Doo Delighted mice are dancing, around the kitty fiddler’s shoe an hour ago I counted happy rodents numbering up to sixty-two None of them realizing they are being led to a pot of tasty mousey stew...

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*Image of Bowed Instrument by WallF. The Fiddler and the Frog A fiddle idles then descends, a clenched bow rest atop a noiseless chest, a frog leaps nearby and suspends, a final croak lets out breaking the quiet, a calming all-around transcends, a host of angels by a gate, a harmonious melody blends, a fiddler and frog joyously complacent, a blissful duet eternity sends. 2023 February...

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You’ve heard of Hamlin’s plague of rats, but let me share the tale Of how an infestation struck the folk of Meadow Vale. An army of amphibians were leaping through the land, The villagers were hopping mad, this wasn’t what they’d planned! Amphibians, amphibians, the folk were in despair, In beds, in baths, in kitchen sinks, those frogs were everywhere! Now...

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Once there was a handsome fiddler named George Who always played love songs at nearby gorge In his passionate playing A red frog came out singing Sounded like, “ Crack my crooked croak with sorge.” When the frog’s voice got louder and louder George’s playing paused awhile to wander Crossing the fast flowing stream Saw the red frog in his dream Seated crossed...

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Sugar water Coughed No worm inside. Frogs bellies are completely full. Children ask for more. Fiddle around some more. Brushing off the tail. Sweet slumber of heavy rain. Sweet rain drips and drops. Sugar water. 2-3-23, contest by Craig Cornish....

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On edge of the marsh trills a Spring Peeper. His pal is a fiddler, whose strum’s deeper. Together their tune’s not bad, yet driving the neighbor’s mad. Their hands over ears - still not one sleeper. The fiddler and frog with their tunes mingling, with sun in tired eyes and marsh ears tingling, Both perfectly contented though neighbors, they’ve tormented. The fiddler and frog...

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