Best Crony Poems

Jimmie Jim my piddling crony was a little toady
     Happened to meet a gaudy king who loved a hot toddy
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I knew you to be the strict 
one;
or so I thought;
Seeing you I only moved on;
without being taught;
from a distance; 
I felt the attraction;
but in...

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I am a poor tailless cow.
The creator chases away my infesting flies.
I’m clotheless at the prime of the hamarttan
and my only blanket is my feebly...

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Those endless talks of 
giving the fat a trim
Beauty is now the 
monopoly of the slim! 

Sinuous and slender
The hourglass figure
The thinner, the better.

Dieting and...

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D emonic creatures engage to unleash brute force
E scaping to attack is their only real course
V ile their menacing fangs that gnaw to replete 
I...

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an idle wave to a crony
is how i begin every
expedition to.

maple and oak render
benevolence as we
exchange us.

masters of this realm.
i sense their silent
rhetoric built
from time...

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Weston worked and worried
from sun up till sundown
for the freed-man knew the reason
that Pap had gone to town.

Pap had loved his family
but now that Ma...

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My curvy bouncy young mum bump
Of  unjoy pump by punk guy jump 
You wormy crony cuckoo cyborg of my numb womb grow
My ovum mock...

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Behold the sky a moon yonder with family tonight, 
You and me sitting afar, with stir heart tonight, 

Drifting air, warm breeze embrace and gone...

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Cry ‘en out
runty Court, corny core
country coon unroot.
Ornery, yet not
your crony too. 
Uncute nut
one rut —or 
cooter coroner. 
Neo coy
Cure concert tune crooner. 
Once retro...

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I've lived for eight years, before I turn nine,
Is there a chance that I'll ever get mine?
Will I see another crony of mine getting smoked?
Will...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Nine

“Sire!” cried a lame yea-sayer: “I know this mad hookah addict!”
“Then drag him here by the scruff of...

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This is the greatest 
non-fiction.
Who on earth will 
believe her action?
My chick,who was 
like my security 
agent;
who strengthened 
me at lent.
Now became a 
jackal.
Desiring me...

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Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum

struggling...

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I ain't snitchin', I ain't talkin' 
Got nothin' on me, so I'll soon be walkin' 
I ain't gone get loose with my lips, I'm equipped,...

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