Best Plaster Of Paris Poems

It don’t really matter   

If Plaster of Paris is not made in France
If Ginger and Fred never learned how to dance
If shoestring potatoes...

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A Parabola By Picasso 

On piece of paper painted picture of a parabola
And started cutting it off with a small spatula
Put plaster of Paris in...

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Plaster of Paris
The phantom that will be missed
When casts are long gone...

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Ball Boys Done It 

I confess have to guess how they got in this mess;
Did not possess any fines when they did address
The public as...

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Bridal Party- what horses have when they get new saddles

al dente' vegetables- vegetables hard enough to dent your teeth

Oregano- the Italian section of a northwestern...

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1) Agronomy- the science of pissing me off.
2) Ahab- acknowledging that you own something.
3) Acetone- the sound made by one "passing gas".
4) Acquaint- Not an...

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In a old old rambling structure
Down on the street called Broadway
Upper floors that had been deserted
For many and many a day

Lighting a fire 
Starting to...

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Frantic, cleanliness, cleanliness
Blood is thicker than water
The blood is thicker, clotting, clotting

The bandages and duct tape
Plaster of Paris, a perfect cast
Without a script, no stage...

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(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “Willies” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous...

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While meditating earlier today,
a flashback leapt
     clear for me to assay,
those ever receding

     early boyhood daze,
 ...

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Board To Tilt

Around with each other should start to spar
Regarding what to do with all our PR
When and were business should discus
And also analyze and...

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A          ROOM

I went behind those painted walls;
And that I ever saw;
Plaster of Paris wooden slats;
Gypsum board...

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Swingin' around this
Dull grey orb,
Plastered with holes,
Soft ridged mountains
Plaster of Paris I'd swear

Took me a couple of years,
To work my way up there,
I had to...

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He is dead, many confirmed.
I am sad for the people who knew him,
though I never did.
to me he will always be 'what's his name.'

He died...

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