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"sportin" poems
Watchin' bikinis as they stroll, they show a lot of skin, but not much soul. You're out of your league boy, but that's OK. Tomorrow could be your lucky day. And you'll find me in that sunny weather, I'm gonna get myself together, till my skin turns into leather, down on the Redneck Riviera. "4x4s" sportin' bars-n-stars. Ball caps and tank tops, their hittin' the bars. Tattoos gettin ********* scarin' "tourys" away. It's alright Ma tomorrow's a beach day. And if you ain't a "toury" you're runnin' from your past. FBI, DEA or maybe the IRS. Past wives, past lives, AWOL. Everybody knows you here, but no one will tell. Non-com fly-boys with their Amerasian wives, bringin' 'em to America, given 'em better lives. Some stay together, but others will roam. They'll hit the street for money like they did back home. And you'll find me in that sunny weather, I'm gonna get myself together. Frankly Scarlet I don't give a **** about Tara. I'm down on the Redneck Riviera.
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
Down On The Redneck Riviera
A sportin' death! My word it was! An' taken in a sportin' way. Mind you, I wasn't there to see; I only tell you what they say. They found that day at Shillinglee, An' ran 'im down to Chillinghurst; The fox was goin' straight an' free For ninety minutes at a burst. They 'ad a check at Ebernoe An' made a cast across the Down, Until they got a view 'ullo An' chased i'm up to Kirdford town. From Kirdford 'e run Bramber way, An' took 'em over 'alf the Weald. If you 'ave tried the Sussex clay, You'll guess it weeded out the field. Until at last I don't suppose As 'arf a dozen, at the most, Came safe to where the grassland goes Switchbackin' southwards to the coast. Young Captain 'Eadley, 'e was there, And Jim the whip an' Percy Day; The Purcells an' Sir Charles Adair, An' this 'ere gent from London way. For 'e 'ad gone amazin' fine, Two 'undred pounds between 'is knees; Eight stone he was, an' rode at nine, As light an' limber as you please. 'E was a stranger to the 'Unt, There weren't a person as 'e knew there; But 'e could ride, that London gent-- 'E sat 'is mare as if 'e grew there. They seed the 'ounds upon the scent, But found a fence across their track, And 'ad to fly it; else it meant A turnin' and a 'arkin' back. 'E was the foremost at the fence, And as 'is mare just cleared the rail He turned to them that rode be'ind, For three was at 'is very tail. 'Ware 'oles!' says 'e, an' with the word, Still sittin' easy on his mare, Down, down 'e went, an' down an' down, Into the quarry yawnin' there. Some say it was two 'undred foot; The bottom lay as black as ink. I guess they 'ad some ugly dreams, Who reined their 'orses on the brink. 'E'd only time for that one cry; ''Ware 'oles!' says 'e, an' saves all three. There may be better deaths to die, But that one's good enough for me. For mind you, 'twas a sportin' end, Upon a right good sportin' day; They think a deal of 'im down 'ere, That gent what came from London way.
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'Ware Holes
A sportin' death! My word it was! An' taken in a sportin' way. Mind you, I wasn't there to see; I only tell you what they say. They found that day at Shillinglee, An' ran 'im down to Chillinghurst; The fox was goin' straight an' free For ninety minutes at a burst. They 'ad a check at Ebernoe An' made a cast across the Down, Until they got a view 'ullo An' chased i'm up to Kirdford town. From Kirdford 'e run Bramber way, An' took 'em over 'alf the Weald. If you 'ave tried the Sussex clay, You'll guess it weeded out the field. Until at last I don't suppose As 'arf a dozen, at the most, Came safe to where the grassland goes Switchbackin' southwards to the coast. Young Captain 'Eadley, 'e was there, And Jim the whip an' Percy Day; The Purcells an' Sir Charles Adair, An' this 'ere gent from London way. For 'e 'ad gone amazin' fine, Two 'undred pounds between 'is knees; Eight stone he was, an' rode at nine, As light an' limber as you please. 'E was a stranger to the 'Unt, There weren't a person as 'e knew there; But 'e could ride, that London gent-- 'E sat 'is mare as if 'e grew there. They seed the 'ounds upon the scent, But found a fence across their track, And 'ad to fly it; else it meant A turnin' and a 'arkin' back. 'E was the foremost at the fence, And as 'is mare just cleared the rail He turned to them that rode be'ind, For three was at 'is very tail. 'Ware 'oles!' says 'e, an' with the word, Still sittin' easy on his mare, Down, down 'e went, an' down an' down, Into the quarry yawnin' there. Some say it was two 'undred foot; The bottom lay as black as ink. I guess they 'ad some ugly dreams, Who reined their 'orses on the brink. 'E'd only time for that one cry; ''Ware 'oles!' says 'e, an' saves all three. There may be better deaths to die, But that one's good enough for me. For mind you, 'twas a sportin' end, Upon a right good sportin' day; They think a deal of 'im down 'ere, That gent what came from London way.
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OG Rhi Rhi Up in this party Gettin wavey off JD Sippin on Bacardi Sportin sunnies inside The Matrix No look in Neo na see! So sick Keanu Reeves Got nuttin on me!
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Smile and Get Waved Boys!
Thou about canst prance As a winnin' horse, Of course, Seein' thou hast a sportin' chance To court that sweet Princess Now with thy plucky success. Wish I thee, love Jockey, a good ride If she becometh thy goodly bride.
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Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 2:23 AM UTC
Love Jockey
She want them converse cause all stars are gorgeous. Dude don't buy her Jordans,not even Air Forces. Her sneakers in every color from blue ones with 2 tongues To leather with Diamonds. She got red,green and orange,her favorite leopard ones foreign. On that 5 star shit,Her shoe game don't quit. Her own canvas she affordin. Them boys they not important when it come to what she sportin.
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
Chucks
My seeing.eye dog finally swallowed his pride He admitted that his night vision was gettimg weak. That.rattled  me a bit He wasnt feelimg good about his depth perception either. I suggested a.checkup. From the neck up to so blithely put my life on the line. Stubborn old dog. A new trick ?........ Bingo was his name. My new dog is 40/40 A sportin dog. .ears perk up. A mere pup. The boy works for kibbles....he puts the bits in a pile And just walks away One smart cookie
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
visibility zero
Saturday, October 20, 2018 2:50 PM In time I found every opportunity op portune fortune, time mine, to do with as I may can please as I please I plea whither's gone me plea were we ever sportin' for sport, or was there always war beings teaching us to winwinwinfightwin blessed samesame happy, abundant haps. How come that old man to his final breath? was he taught to breathe just so many times or was he nothing important with no role? We never knew. he died.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Wrong doing