Sue Poems - Poems about Sue

Her mother was a seamstress, her aunts and grandma too She had grown up into it naturally, serious seamstress Sue. Her house was full of fat quarters, there were pins on her floor Tiny bits of embroidery floss followed all her clothes out the door She liked quilting, she was an expert, a hand-stitching queen. Did not allow anyone to...

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Gotcha! Once respectable haute cuisine thief Sue She..., a septuagenarian renown for his trademark prank to steal himself into a neighboring house, and prepare an elaborate meal unsuspectedly nabbed gorging (ala man versus food Adam Montgomery Richman fame Brooklyn, New York boy) at an undisclosed location. When asked why he left figurative bread crumbs to the very doorstep of his demise with a mouth full of food...

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You could wallpaper your home with her skepticism She trusts no one Especially not her siblings Or her parents This sets her turntable for life I doubt is her mantra Bet you are lying is her motto People are not standing in line to become her friend...

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She was imaginative, artistic and clever. An inspired visionary who never said never. A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too. Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue. We knew with these talents she would go far. But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar. Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such. Her...

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Sue’s nine-year-old husky Blue wanted to drive she laughed and said “not while I’m alive!” The next time I saw them, he was in her lap. Driving her Caddy; she said “I am such a sap!” Her children have all bested her in many ways too. A really weak sister is my neighbor Sue....

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Missy Sue makes malted milk shakes and she savors marmalade, macaroons and snickerdoodles and sweet souffles she has made. Sue is messy slicing melons, strawberries and mangoes too. Sue munches seeds and celery sticks. She mixes meats, making stew. Milk chocolate -mouth-watering, sweet and marvelously mild - satisfies Missy Sue mainly if it is Swiss styled!...

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I found a site that helps with grief, Sue Ryder helps you turn a new leaf, People talk they help and listen, Every topic you'll find nowt missing, With every stage of a personal story People's problems in all there glory, Without much wait someone will answer, Leave a comment on bereavement or cancer, Some just glance , Move...

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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night In my ramshackle torn straw old bed The mice are chewing my toes And the bedbugs bite Elephants dancing in my head I think to myself "It's not a bad life I can't complain'' Just as the cat Catherine Once again wee's on the bed!!!! ????!!!!!! I just can't understand why...

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I once told a story about my Ex-girlfriend Gormless Sue Well that was part one And this is part two Gormless Sue had a farm She lived in a cosy warm house But she made me sleep in an old rickety barn Born and bread A Derbyshire lass She had big assets Lots of livestock And she had a lovely ass She told me her Father...

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Sue played the tuba, the sax, drums and the horn. You can play them in the field, next to the corn. Her parents were not musical, which made her forlorn. The scarecrow loved music though, his name was Thorn. He fell in love with her, and her clarinet too. Their relationship was a secret, according to Sue. A tornado took Thorn...

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Holy Love in Glenda-Sue, deep root of Love Will challenge you ' And me and all who think We know? In what directions our lives should Go' No reason beyond..Just one (that was love') She broke out, due to much push and shove! Carrying a child concived by men against her Choice way back when.' A mental age of 'just eleven' not much...

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Turning into a tree did not happen instantly It takes a lot of time, space and mystical energy. The huntsman saw it happen, the mushroom hunter too. Both had no idea that she was my missing cousin Sue. Sue had always wanted to be an elm, hickory or oak. The rest of us knew her heart, this was in no...

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The blue twin headed elephants you knew, Met them in a bar, One night, In a fight. Neither one of which, Knew what to do. Tammy was a pacifist. Sue loved a good fight. Each had to go home, With the other at night. ...

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She likes to put wild flowers inside her hiking boots, young Sue. Taking photos and posting them online, she makes money too. Today she gathered violets, daisies, and a wild strawberry vine. Her photos are unique, many say they are truly original and fine....

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