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Suspected Poems - Poems about Suspected


Premium Member suspected he was a leprechaun
Rascal the rapscallion was a slyboots rogue he fancied himself a pixie, spoke Irish brogue we suspected he was a leprechaun hiding gold he lived in Skeezicks Forest, Celtic land of old...

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Categories: suspected, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Mitchamaboola Never Suspected Weiner
Mitchamaboola a trolling woman with a mean demeanor Was losing her eyesight, according to her tattling dog, Weiner. He told everyone he knew and some he did not even know. She never knew who it was, because she was kind of slow. She never suspected Weiner because he was a trickster for sure. Pretending he could not speak human, masquerading...

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Categories: suspected, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member I Suspected the Neighbor
I ripped off my skull and looked into my head. Feigned shock that someone had stolen my brains. No wonder my eyes did not work and I had stopped breathing. I suspected the neighbor. I have never liked her. I would have gone over there and demanded them back But my legs would not work for some weird reason. I listened...

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Categories: suspected, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
As We Suspected With Trump Connected
As We Suspected With Trump Connected We always knew and surely suspected, With Trump they had been connected; A breath taker; Trouble maker; Debts he has needing to be collected. Jim Horn...

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Categories: suspected, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
As I Suspected Not Connected
As I Suspected Not Connected Of course, just as I had suspected; To current crisis are nor connected; Some cry holding each other's hand; Money from poor Trump will demand. How can this ever come to an end, And again we will be a close friend; On you do depend while we share; God's care has always will be there. Go to church and...

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Categories: suspected, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet



Just As I Suspected
Come to an End, all these Good Things (Youth and Hope and splendored Springs) But, how can I ask for Fortune's to pass When I've cut my throat, but still wish to sing...?...

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Categories: suspected, hope, spring, youth,
Form: Light Verse

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