Quotes about peg
Square Peg, Round Hole
He's a square peg in a round hole
Misfit in a slick world
Don't play the game
Don't do what he's told
He's a square peg in a round hole
Square peg don't care
The bright lights he's not there
Catch the shadows see him slip away
Square peg that's what they say
Square peg, Suare peg
Square peg, you have got to be strong
Square peg, he's got his own song
Square peg, I'll see you around
Square peg, face down
Square peg, round hole
song performed by Chris Rea
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Down A Peg
You took me
Down down down
Down a peg
Thank you
For taking me down a peg
Thank you
Its true
My position had gone to my head
Thank you
Like some commissionaire who has ideas above his station
Or some jumped up councillor who think hes lord of creation
You took me down down down down a peg
Down down down down a peg
Thank you
For bringing my feet to the floor
Thank you
Its true
My head wouldnt go through the door
Thank you
Sometimes this job puts you so high you forget your roots now
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song performed by Xtc
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Down A Peg
You took me
Down down down
Down a peg
Thank you
For taking me down a peg
Thank you
Its true
My position had gone to my head
Thank you
Like some commissionaire who has ideas above his station
Or some jumped up councillor who think hes lord of creation
You took me down down down down a peg
Down down down down a peg
Thank you
For bringing my feet to the floor
Thank you
Its true
My head wouldnt go through the door
Thank you
Sometimes this job puts you so high you forget your roots now
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song performed by Xtc
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Peg Of Limavaddy
Riding from Coleraine
(Famed for lovely Kitty),
Came a Cockney bound
Unto Derry city;
Weary was his soul,
Shivering and sad, he
Bumped along the road
Leads to Limavaddy.
Mountains stretch'd around,
Gloomy was their tinting,
And the horse's hoofs
Made a dismal clinting;
Wind upon the heath
Howling was and piping,
On the heath and bog,
Black with many a snipe in.
Mid the bogs of black,
Silver pools were flashing,
Crows upon their sides
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poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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To A Hatpeg
There’s a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wall
That long from its owner has parted,
And though he is wandering far beyond call
Like him it is always true hearted.
Many seasons have passed since his limp Cabbage Tree
Has dangled upon the old rack
But that one single peg, always vacant must be,
For its owner will surely come back.
And though in far countries, he sadly doth roam
While hunger had forced him to beg
Till fortune grows kindly, and sends him back home,
There’s an Angel who watches that peg.
One afternoon, after a long weary tramp,
And hard grafting, to which he’s no stranger,
He found, that a letter, had come to the camp,
To warn him, his peg was in danger;
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poem by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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Drinking
Christmas is all about drinking
Let’s have another peg
As if every day we don’t keep
Drinking…
Let’s have another peg
As if you and me
Need an occasion for drinking
Let’s have another peg
How about making this
Festival worthwhile…
And take a pledge to stop
Drinking?
Promises are for fools to keep
Let’s have another peg.
[Poem themed on Alcoholism]
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Ballad Of Hard-Luck Henry
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank
That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every one a blank;
That's followed every fool stampede, and seen the rise and fall
Of camps where men got gold in chunks and he got none at all;
That's prospected a bit of ground and sold it for a song
To see it yield a fortune to some fool that came along;
That's sunk a dozen bed-rock holes, and not a speck in sight,
Yet sees them take a million from the claims to left and right?
Now aren't things like that enough to drive a man to booze?
But Hard-Luck Smith was hoodoo-proof--he knew the way to lose.
'Twas in the fall of nineteen four--leap-year I've heard them say--
When Hard-Luck came to Hunker Creek and took a hillside lay.
And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.
The riffles of his sluicing-box were choked with speckled earth,
And night and day he worked that lay for all that he was worth.
And when in chill December's gloom his lucky lease expired,
He found that he had made a stake as big as he desired.
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poem by Robert William Service
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Nicknames for Aislinn
She was born a bald little lassie
long and thin, truly, ever so pretty
6lbs-8oz if memory serves me well
she was slender and strong as gazelle.
She’d the yellow ochre of barley jaundice.
She lay on my lap; her eyes opened wondrous…
She’d match for grace all the tiny wild cowslips
I'd laugh! “I'd nicknamed her chips”
Because of her yellowing, jaundice—after
finally she came home with her mother
I changed that name to “clothes peg”
As seemed right… even if a little bowleg,
She’d lie in the little red washing-basket.
Just as if it was her Moses basket
Clothes peg stuck; it was only proper!
As we hung her out to quietly jabber…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Tricks
there is an open hole
inviting, and you get inside the hole
and there is no coffee there but it is great
warm, and soft, and so enticing, you want to stay for a while
and there is so much mutual liking, you are the peg on that round hole,
no, you're not the pig and she is not a bitch,
she's beautiful like a flower less the fruit
or the frost, and you are beautiful too plus the grease
on her stalks and sepals,
she is the open hole and you're the round peg,
and there is this war of the roses and the bees
and there is this language of love
that both of you wish to truly speak.
it ended like the wings of the butterfly
slashed from its body
it is sad it is beautiful
brieflessly
& breathlessly
devoted to
you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Peg and Plot To Slot Slander
Doing their best to peg and plot to slot slander,
Anywhere a suspicious kindness sits...
To deliver confusion,
With an amused wickedness.
That is their choice of direction.
And 'blasphemous'?
Oh yes!
This is not a matter of suggestion.
It is as obvious as light pierces darkness.
Those who love to speak of God,
And whisper demonic gossip...
Maybe a next door neighbor.
These creatures crawl all over the place!
And fast.
Saying who should be doing what and how...
With no lives to live of their own.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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