Best Bull Poems

you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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*The feline Texan way*

A clean coat of paint - on my nails
Red shade of lips - on my smile
Solid oak charms - on my wrist
Country...

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Oh cripes I’ve gotta tell yer of a horror ride I had,
	That beat any bronc or bull I’ve rode, and I must say I’m glad,
	I’ll...

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The butcher came for the sheep
                   the...

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Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
my$h!tdontstinkcomode.com
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so...

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Who knows if magic exists,
if dreams come true
and whether miracles take place
(all of these things we thought we knew)

... buried in our haste
to dig childhood's...

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Old blabber mouth gets on my wick
His attitude makes me quite sick
He plays to the crowd 
Is brash and so loud 
My husband thinks he's...

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Whispers and intrigue 
and things that shan’t be said,
not uttered or stuttered--
minds shuttered instead.

You cannot, you shall not,
believe your own eyes.
You must put your trust...

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My nostrils sniff the air seeking,
the various scents tantalising.
Then I smell the bison and throwing
back my head I howl to my pack.

The bison start to...

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-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-

A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a...

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Forbidden fruit is sweetest, or that’s what they all say
So I thought I’d give it a try and went for some today
I didn’t know just...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with...

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I'm afraid
So afraid
Of being arrested
By the thought police

Their rules are many
Think this
Think that
Don't diverge from the normal
Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow
Let sleeping...

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I used to mow the lawn with joy.
     And trim up all the trees.
Prune the hedges, tend the garden. 
 ...

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Let's All Drink to Lockdown 
by Jan Beaumont ©

I'm normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can't go...

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