Best Hooters Poems

[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among...

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A bullfrog and a butterfly both chanced upon each other.
‘My dear, you are an ugly beast!’ the bullfrog dared to utter.
‘Why froggy,’ gasped the butterfly,...

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no one has the saddle over the wild horse by the name fate
Jose as I had known him, had a life twisted by untamed forces
gifted...

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Night Owl

While flying over a little new town

A nice friendly place called Hooters I found

It must have been opened for owls like me

For my large...

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Last night I asked my sisters
Why they were not hooting
Little owl said no one missed her
She would hoot when she so suited

Middle owl asked why...

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Buoyed over waves of elation
Marvel at favourable sights of creation

Prospect for attainment visible
Within glossy bastion, even trials seems agreeable

Mollusk of endearing devotion, grumbling for denied...

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The owls, hoo knows why, they do give a hoot.
Do humans give a hoot, or holler more?
The moons of hollowness...the wait for loot.
The holy prayer-knees...the...

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Yesteryear pasted so fast
I was in the moment
When I realized it was a
Blast from the past

Presently all is well
I’ve been working on
Staying out of the...

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Of cotton candy and candy apple’s crunch
I remember the circus tent and dusk
The smells of donkeys and elephant dung
And heady smells of smoke that hung
In...

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HOOTERS GIRLS
Sherry I love the shine in your eyes
you're just the trimming for burgers and fries,
old men pretending not to watch you,
dreaming of things they...

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with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet...

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Right arm is missing or that's how it seems
Could be worse but it's as bad as it's been
No telly, no 'puter
All I think of is...

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I came back to you in September
you were quiet then
still,
like you used to be,
when men were men
and I was just a child

When the smell of...

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Have no pity for the overweight,
the out of breath at the garden gate,
the struggling in and out of cars,
cnsumer of syrup and chocolate bars.

Walking sticks...

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When it came to chesty women, I was obsessed.
I wanted a woman who had large breasts.
Now I'm 75 years old and I have something to...

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