Best Parlour Poems

So many flavours to choose from,
My licking tongue can't wait on,
Toppings applied, build it high,
My taste buds about to cry,
To my mouth, it'll soon be gone....

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond reason. 
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. 
Then the however happened.

However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently,...

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I went to the ice cream parlour
At one of our seaside resorts
And I wanted an ice cream
But, well, there were allsorts
“Knickerbocker glory sir?”
The ice cream mans retorts
“Yes I do enjoy a certain amount
Of freedom in these shorts”...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond reason. 
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. 
Then the however happened.

However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently,...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond reason. 
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love. 
Then the however happened.

However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently,...

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I watched as the little spider hung from a silken thread
Ready to begin construction of its  intricate web
With each weave of silk the web slowly took shape
A web from which insects would  seldom escape

With its  web all completed it  took center...

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A feeble old woman lives down the hall,
we chat on occasion.
I indulge her constant kvetching of youthful occupants invasion,
since this erstwhile hotel's trendy loft conversion.

Crook'd finger and conspiratory whisper
lure me to door ajar.
She tells of the latest spat between two male lovers living next door;
bitter...

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Infinitesimal, wooden, musty cages
Beautiful, multifarious birds
Silently weep and perch
Alienated from the healthy, broad environment
To satiate human desires
Materialized their freedom
A sort of sadism inflicted
Miserable existence
Their movement, delight, happiness trapped
No tree, no nest, no lakes
Howsoever gorgeous be the cage
Yet cannot replace the natural, green habitat
No joy, no...

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