Best Propeller Poems

A lusciously endowed beauty in a skimpy bikini
Makes me flip, twirls the propeller on my beanie
A crossing of my eyes
Can't focus though I try
Coz at my age, movement is limited from my zucchini...

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“It's minutest strand is not in our hands."


We traverse the day,
Our engines set in motion and fuelled by it, 
We retire to bed,
Like a parked vehicle,
All our mechanisms come to a halt,
Oblivious of anything else,
We switch to another world, 
A door is opened,
A part of...

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A lusciously endowed beauty in a skimpy bikini
Makes me flip out, twirls the propeller on my beanie
A crossing of my eyes
Can't focus though I try
Movement is limited from my tiny zucchini...

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