Best Hotfoot Poems

I have a big, old froggie that lives in my ornate lily pond, so refined.
And every time I have a guest, he Farts and spurts water from his behind.
My son has named him bubbles and tells everyone, how he is so fine...
Now, you must know...

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On Growing Old
© Ben Burton 5-21-2014

I was something to behold back in my childhood
Quite the trickster, I was faster than my prey
Plastic vomit, rubber snakes, the best was "Hotfoot"
April first was in my wheelhouse every day

I was thirty when I wed my childhood sweetheart
Soon there'd...

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A magic knight coursing on in brilliance

On lean hack in clanging, cleaving aegis,

Crunching incantation-dark, blunt, and grunt.

So light illumines his cold, whiskered phiz

And it predates the warrior in night hunt.

Chase is stashed by shade then stir lulls to prance

When periphery is gorged by a mist.

Pitches...

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The better day is holiday.

The better day is holiday,
Hasten up and hurry up,
Hotfoot, hotfoot, holiday;
Too long you tarry on the way.

Now I am impatiently waiting,
Marking calendar like pool coupon,
Wishing months while away in a slot,
I can no longer wait to welcome you.

The sunlight tells me...

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Good Ideas fifty Cents,
Others, Dime a Dozen
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015

An ocean of ideas are birthed each day,
Some hotfoot, dawdle, some, time steals away.

If worthy ideas exist from within this mass,
I take note promptly, for they’ll hurriedly pass. 

Where do ideas slumber once I’ve rejected,
Do...

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The zealously guarded
Verdant pasture of
The city club
Attract like filings
To a magnet
A herd of undernourished
Hungry city buffaloes
Just as their slavering lips
Pull at the first mouthfuls
Of succulent green grass
The watchman and his
Trio of pie dogs
Barking in token defiance
Arrive hotfoot on the scene
Disconsolate the buffaloes
Gray shapes in the...

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Sand
Miracle Man
3/18/2024

Sand appears to hotfoot through an hourglass,
unrelentingly depleting our precious time.
Without discernible deviation and no impasse,
plays no favorites betwixt aged and prime.



Life is not a “brief candle.” it is a splendid
torch that I want to make burn d torch as brightly
 as possible before...

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Grace was full of joy, happiness, frolicking with mirth.
Could hotfoot it across a ballroom in spite of her girth.
Her tomfoolery had us in stitches most of the time.
I believe she said she weighed four hundred and nine.

Some people were turned off by her corpulent face.
I...

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