Nimble Poems - Poems about Nimble

nimble fingers crafting creases pleats and tucks paper musings posted on April 29, 2025...

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...or Jack be walking funny for a while... Jack was nimble, And Jack was quick, But he miscalculated That candlestick. It was skinny and tall, He was thick and quite small. When he lit, It was with an undignified bump, With a blister The size of his fist on his rump. Then a notion occurred To this game little actor, Before he tries it again, Jack will use a...

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Nimble fingers playing along This black lung rending mining song It touches your soul and lingers Playing along nimble fingers Heartache breaking common miner Could ne'er be sung any finer A strong tune that's overtaking Common miner, heartache breaking Match the tempo of mountain man As long and as fast as you can Guitar with blues, a great combo Of mountain man, match the tempo This tune...

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An old limerick writer named Jack Wrote limericks in stack upon stack But truth be told He wasn’t that bold He let laughter o’ershadow the facts. John G. Lawless ©4/25/2023...

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Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan Wide wheel arches have Porche comparison Voracious engine's enthuse easily enchants Large car cast dispelled by lacklustre Calais Original conjur 370Z parked beside boring ...

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looney like fresh fruit China never did give a hoot at balloon would shoot we had been enduring countryside balloon touring problem could be curing balloon like owl would growl wondered what was rational of trail resembling towel what we would admit after water when it hits balloon became tiny bits fingers cold and nimble balloon had caused us to tremble we would reassemble...

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Jack,* be nimble Jack,* be fair Brush your teeth, Comb your hair. Jack, be nimble Jack, be cool Act your age, Stay in school. Jack, be nimble Jack, be neat Raise your hand Take your seat. Jack, be nimble Jack be good Mind your manners Like you should. written August 6, 2021 (* You should substitute the name of the boy or girl to whom you are reading.)...

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Jack be nimble, you must also be quick If no one's looking, give her popsicle a lick She'll cry out with pleasure As you lick her sweet treasure Watch out for daddy who carries a big stick...

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Groaning and mourning Separate body from mind Joking, poking and rocking Calm nerves, propping me up to find My way back home Where I cavort into the comfort Body and mind need to roam Free of the discomfort I encounter when from home I stray Hoping to delight my heart, to leave the past behind When to my God I pray As in stock I...

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Jack be nimble, you must also be quick Nobody's looking, give her popsicle a lick She'll cry out with pleasure As you lick her sweet treasure Watch out for her daddy who carries a big stick...

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Jack be nimble, you must also be quick Nobody's looking, give her popsicle a lick She'll cry out with pleasure As you lick her sweet treasure Watch out for her daddy who carries a big stick © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Jack always carried his candlestick, ready to show off his jumping trick. His speed and strength were better than luck and he wanted more bang for his buck. Cavendish McDare known as Jack-be-quick, thought he was faster than dynamite wick. Right before Jack was blown to smithereens, his mother washed too much starch with his jeans....

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Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jack jumped over the candlestick, but Jack wasn't so nimble. Jack just isn't that quick, and now Jack has third degree burns all over his ...I don't think I can finish this one here at the soup....

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Nimbleness on my piano softly. I hear the notes on high lofty. Others come, and tickle tunes. Listening intently, in my room. We've moved and taken it with. I play for my puppies, a gift. It sits again in my dining area. In tune, wooden condition fair. For now it sits. I hear discs long All day as my player plays on....

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So lovely you grace the height of glory, Repeating nightly to the listening earth the wondrous story. I read in your looks a knowing judge of love, A knowledge acquired by eyes peering long from above. Then, with pretty flight, you perch the throne And listen to the musings of the owl in his somber tone. His song to you...

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