Best Ankles Poems

Villanelle: Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain

Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain
No Lawrence outsider sups with wooden spoon
Don’t bitter gruel course through low coolie-lines vein

One thing’s to espouse the cause of mighty swain
Another to champion masses without boon
Break not...

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My ankles have increased substantially today
They are all fat and puffy and don’t yell “hooray!”
Thought they were diabolical at the end of May.
They look full of water, what else can I say?

At least they are pink, have not yet turned to gray.
Please come over today...

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Ankles

Anxiety riddled ankles desire strongly
to 
become robots
bearing a 
resemblance to 
cows.
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It was the sound that first drew me 
to the low street-facing window.
I cleared a small spot in the grime
and was rewarded by ankles.
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack.

Joie de vivre discernible
in the rhythm of her hurried pace, 
that's only broken when she skipped 
the crack in the concrete...

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Spoke to a bloke
from Blighty
whose wife
wouldn't wear a nightie
when she rolled over
he told me
her ankles were tangled
then turned back
her throat strangled
all the more
'I can't retire' she said
so instead she wore
bloomers to bed
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