Lucy Poems - Poems about Lucy

In a humble hamlet, not so grim or glum, Lived a goose named Lucy, quite the funny one. With feathers fluffed and waddle wide, she'd roam about, Her honks and hijinks would make the townsfolk...Read the rest...

Sprucy Lucy watering blooms As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms Each sprout peaks out toward the sun Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup As she watches kitty act up Picking bright flowers, just for fun Rising...Read the rest...

Foundation of the piece. Mother's play such an integral, important part of a child's early life. And expands into everything else. If you're lucky. This piece is just a simple representation of that lasting legacy. Did your mother leave...Read the rest...

So I have met a beautiful soul. ...Read the rest...

Her name is, Lucy Her twin is Ricky He is green with Envy Because I’ve left him behind There’s no ‘splainin’ to do Nothing more to pursue I just simply knew All I could do was sigh She purrs like...Read the rest...

What a wonder you are! A gift from the universe, The practical one. Always so poised Even when afraid You are your mother’s child Always knowing what you want And getting what you need. Your star will never burn out. In your quest to...Read the rest...

Kept her malady a secret from the suiters who were smitten was Lucy Lee. She rapidly dives from insanely happy to a blubbering withering sad little me. Keep it to yourself her parents told her sisters and...Read the rest...

Lucy is down by the old pond again tonight Dancing with her giant rodent by the moonlight They are a truly familiar loving sight To the cattails and stars that gleam so bright It just isn’t the best thing,...Read the rest...

Come on over Ted said groovy Lucy For tonight I’m feeling nice and juicy Ted appeared unclothed With assets exposed For the sake of a strawberry smoothie....Read the rest...

In the Sun gold land of grass Lambs and sheep therest they graze Lucy wandered first in lanes Then she in the meadow gazed Wherest children ran and play By the Grove of willow tree faster than the starry...Read the rest...

(Charles Philip Arthur George - b. 14 November 1948) I had a cousin called Charles, said Aunty Olive. Nice young man. That's him on our TV. That's not cousin: it's King, said Aunty Lucy. It's King Charles. Now watch...Read the rest...

Elsie, Lucy, Olive, this small boy's remarkable old aunts. Oh, how they rubbed their hands. But with glee or sorrow? Or even anger? Elsie had a strict-looking expression - when not rubbing her hands. Lucy wore spectacles that pinched...Read the rest...

There is jazzy twirling activity down at the Beggar’s bog Dancing and whirling by the lucky horse shoe frog We see it happening, and we think St. Paddy’s Day Frog does a Celtic Irish clog dance that blows...Read the rest...

Is there anybody out there Going to listen to my story It's all about a girl Who ran away She changed her name from Lorie Loo To Lucy Lorie Because everyone knew The dirty games she'd...Read the rest...

My feline’s eyes reflect her ginger hues. She follows my man everywhere she can. Her tracking sight chases away the blues. But when squirrels discovered her, they ran. She travels with us, a definite plus. She likes to go fast,...Read the rest...