Queenie Poems - Poems about Queenie

from Caribbean queenie harlems queen of crime ran the neighborhood dressing to the nines a civil rights activist financial wizard she taunted gangsters to steal her territory in newspaper ads a gang war ensued forty people were left dead killer queen escaped...

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We are in a mournful mood this morn, Queenie my friends cat is dead. Overfed its fatty heart gave up. For days it had been hiding in a box dreaming of chasing mice but now only dream-mice remain to sing of her passing. We are all distraught, some plainly overwrought; for in cat and doggy years she was only 96. The pageantry of her...

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Their daughter was a tiny wisp of a thing And boy, could that charming five-year-old sing! She out sang everyone in our pew. Her melodious voice was pure too. Their daughter was called Queenie. Her personality was anything but teeny. Our entire Methodist church rallied around her. She was so sweet, amazingly godly and pure. Queenie went to heaven on a summer’s day. That...

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Rapspin Rockshere Where did you get Them jammies from If jam on rapping swing And sing to articulate Hey Getwiffya you Gone let me stank Day up? Gobble ain't got nothing He can't have What makes you Wanna ph@ck? Gibble Dribble say We in love And let me do My thing! Talking sweet, might Help you get it on Just go buy the ring!...

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Queenly, graceful movements Quality is superb Quick as a wink to calls Qualified to herd cows Quintessential dog Quietly she loves me About Queenie our Collie.. Contest closed so too late to enter.....

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Queenie Meg went to Winnipeg And she dropped off on a powder keg ...

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Father, I know the airs are not always safe or fine For Queenies as gorgeous as that treasured mine, Behold now she departs to Dallas in the expansive Texas, And I pray that you calm her reportedly nervous plexus. From Dallas she’ll like a hawk pierce the crisp jealous air To London, and perhaps enjoy some cold Coke there; Please throughout...

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A tiny bundle of fur a few weeks old One little pup who missed siblings and whined Many memories of you my life holds A scar from the canned food on which you dined Running and playing side by side those months Until you were old enough to learn your job Dad got my pet to herd the cows on paths Not...

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Portfolio Queenie Silhouette of hope Stoned on herself Drunk with empty hope Portfolio Queenie Entitled she is Admiring faces Routine in the biz Portfolio Queenie Motel door ajar Overdose of self Never got to be a star Portfolio Queenie A filthy, empty shell Dead doll face No longer casts a spell...

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When Shep died I was heartbroken and sick, how could any dog ever replace shep? I didn't want a dog, but after a while I knew that a dog is just what I wanted. Found this little black puppy, so cute and cuddly. A black lab-mix and what a dog she was, so smart and very lovable. I learned to...

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We were having a chivaree for Bob And his brand new wife, little Laurie Lee, When Betsy ran up from the barn and sobbed That old Queenie was as sick as could be. Old Queenie was a horse long past her prime That we now just sort of kept as a pet— We had quit riding her for quite some time And...

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