Nick Hilton

Rookie (London)

Nick Hilton Poems

1. Cruel 8/9/2005
2. Trash 8/9/2005
3. When They'Re Gone 8/9/2005
4. Mighty 8/9/2005
5. Trance 8/21/2005
6. It Pains Me Too Say 8/21/2005
7. Rules 8/21/2005
8. Horror 8/21/2005
9. This Poem Is About... 12/21/2005
10. Holding On For Nothing 12/22/2005
11. Irrevocoble Utopia 12/22/2005
12. Gently Stir Me, Pacific 1/4/2006
13. A Chicken Afraid Of The Dark 1/14/2006
14. Are We Blinded? 1/14/2006
15. And Alas We Come To The End 1/22/2006
16. Sailing Away On A Gravy Boat 1/28/2006
17. A Chicken Is Not Just For Christmas 1/28/2006
18. The Chicken Martyr 1/28/2006
19. 'Tis Bird Flu My Friend 1/28/2006
20. Stop Me From Crying 1/28/2006
21. For Dany 1/28/2006
22. Chickens For Sale 1/28/2006
23. Los Plomos 1/29/2006
24. Breakfast At Accesorize 1/29/2006
25. In The Space Of A Second 1/29/2006
26. The Illegal (Chicken) Immigrant 1/29/2006
27. Off The Pace 2/6/2006
28. My Hand In A Photocopier 2/12/2006
29. Riddley Thing-Points For Guessing What It Is! 2/12/2006
30. Nonchalence 8/24/2006
31. The Last Chicken Poem 8/24/2006
32. The Turkish Revolution (Christmas Style!) 12/16/2005
33. Merry Christmas 12/16/2005
34. Labour 12/19/2005
35. The Saddest Chicken At Christmas 12/19/2005
36. Must Not Tire 12/19/2005
37. Mind Hurts And Baronets 12/20/2005
38. Starving Hearts 12/21/2005
39. Zut Alors! 12/21/2005
40. Enjoying The Internet 12/21/2005

Comments about Nick Hilton

  • Jamie Parker (6/7/2005 7:59:00 AM)

    Hi Nick!
    R U doing well in CE?
    I'll ask you later!

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  • Lenchen Elf (3/2/2005 11:33:00 AM)

    Hurrah for chickens: -)

  • Dabby Rose (2/10/2005 10:06:00 AM)

    i like dulce et dechicken est though isn't dule et decorum est copyright?

  • Cc Purle (1/22/2005 10:50:00 AM)

    Keep trying Nick and you might get the swing of it.

Best Poem of Nick Hilton

Ode To A Chicken Nugget

O my feathery friend,
Some wicked mans hands,
Have grasped your throat,
That Jack the Ripper,
Has turned you into a Chicken Dipper!

O my feathery friend,
For you life was short,
But now you are gone,
And i too feel like i should die,
For they have turned you into chicken pie.

O my feathery friend,
Now i must say goodbye,
And hope in my heart,
The chicken god is your host,
For now you are sunday roast!

Read the full of Ode To A Chicken Nugget

The Temperature Of Sin

Left alone on his plain death bed,
With the last bit of mouldy bread,
Regarding poverty with the keenest eye,
And knowing that he soon would die,
God would take him in he knew,
Up to heaven in a Cadillac its true,
To the lofty shores,
Of heaven with is pearl front doors,
And left alone on the cloudy wisps,

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