Ollie Poems - Poems about Ollie

The grump got out of a lumpy bed, Slipped on his slippers, scratched his head. Stood on the scales, saw what he weighed, Then made some toast with marmalade. The grump then cycled down the lane, He moaned and moaned as it rained. He went into a chemist's shop To buy some aspirin, then he stopped. He peered at the grubby town...

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Ollie Octopus could sure do some harm With each one of his poisonous arms ~ He flashed his tentacles Nearly identicals ~ I hear females fall for his subtler charms...

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Red Dog Tail spinning wildly Outside at last...

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red dog races around home masters home...

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Mr. Ollie used a tall scaffold It was rickety and kind of old. He had to fix walls which had black mold. Cousin Jeff offered to hold. Scaffolding so it would not fold. Mr. Ollie said it was good as gold. Forgetting he had an awful cold. Sneeze knocked him off, big and bold. Dead on the floor for days I’m told. Doubt if...

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Ollie Ollie oxen free Do you dare to come out and play with me the stakes are high and your odds are slim are you sure you want to bet on them long ago i was young and naïve It must have been easy to deceive me well times have changed but the game remains This time I am ready to play I've been around I've...

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Ollie the Octopus with his 9 brains Broke his 3 hearts in a quick poker game The blue blood that ran straight to his heart Suddenly stopped before it could start It didn't take long before he withered and died And Ollie the octopus waved us goodbye...

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There should be a special place In one’s heart and mem’ry For people who have brightened one’s life In addition to friends and family There’s a special place In my heart and mem’ry For two special and unique people Like “Stan and Ollie.” ...

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"Why you sitting out here Dele?", She squeaked. "You gonna be those tiny bitters' food!", She exclaimed. If there ever was more to Ollie, It'd be more squeaks and exclaims. I sits on the stairs out on the porch. She makes to draw myself up, I stay stubborn still. Even in ninety, I still got flesh; Not only sack of bones, so I still heavy. She...

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Jolly Ollie, the tiddledy winks king Jolly Ollie really mastered that thing He's amazing to human dragon and elf He even impressed the Pope Who's a pretty good winker himself....

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Red and blue strobes bounce off walls pulsing beats in arterial veins of the city. Radio voices crackle like static in the night, overshadows savage growls. Police K-Nine, Ollie, fastens the wide-eyed man in her prow. Hackles rise from scruff of muscled neck down her rippling spine. Sharp fangs glisten white under the flickering glow of a street...

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on the beanbag he sleeps curled up circle of fur dry food he crunches by the glass sliding door ever alert looking around leaps five feet of the ground to take a mark between his front paws as he lands, he spills the bowl of dry food and some of the milk on the saucer he eats the fly is pleased with himself cleans himself on the beanbag he...

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Ollie, born 1997, plays for Chester football club, Having made his way through Chester juniors; The club were delighted and chuffed for Ollie, To be going to Rio as one of the competitors. As the youngest person to play for England, Ollie added much to the CP World Champs, In 2015 at St Georges Park, practice ground, Because...

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Ollie Hynd MBE is a first class swimmer, And has neuromuscular myopathy et all, He broke his brother Sam’s WR skimmer, Which was set in Beijing 2008, his gaul. Ollie debuted in 2011 at the IPC Euros, Where he won the 200m individual medley, Setting a new European Record, a new pose, And also taking a silver in the...

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Ollie Ollie Oxen Free by Odin Roark Corners to peer around The harlequin of angles Where peeking Reveals Where being stuck Confines Where feeling trapped Separates Our remembered child stands Eyes squeezed shut Face buried where two walls meet Counting to one-hundred While confidence sought To play out our innocence Beneath Behind Beside A trusted game Waned Time passed Shorts became pants Pants became suits Nostalgia echoed once more “Ollie ollie oxen free” Still...

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