Best Three Legged Poems

Three-Legged Table

As I drove through an old neighborhood, I spotted a garage sale sign. 
I pulled off to the side of the street. With impatience, I couldn't get out
of the car quick enough. Right in front of the drive sat a vintage,
small drop-leaf, three-legged, brass...

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Don't pour scorn on this three legged table
The Carpenter's spoken "it is more stable"
Trust in the Word of the designer who knows
Listen or your ignorance you will expose

Just because many have different support
Doesn't make their means something to exhort
Remaining standing is one factor to observe
However...

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What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?

What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as 
if they were from a war zone.

All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat,...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in a pile. 
Grandpa worked for hours each day, 
filling his many orders. 
He built my lovely bed, 
pretty flowers carved...

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The times are hard
Poor, hungry, lonely...
But we all get by
Never thinking of others
Their feelings
Their hopes
Their anything
As we sit by the fire
He walks the dampened streets
Thinking of how to get something to eat
But throughout a dream
Things may change
And just like that
We lose everything
But on this day
Work...

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shadow behind trees
outcast roams the forest glen
your stare knows my soul...

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The Three Legged Cat
By Franklin Price
2/9/2016

The three legged cat, a sight to see,
a long haired Siamese,
a Seal Point there is no mistake,
it's outside in the freeze.

It came up to our back porch;
knocked on the doggie door,
said, “Could I come inside tonight?
It's cold, I do implore”

My...

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Out in the country, far from the town, 
a three legged hen was pecking the ground. 
Cows in the pasture walked one by one 
to see the strange thing that nature had done. 
Surrounded by creatures large and small, 
the beautiful hen looked at them...

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If they say, "He's over here!"
Or "Look!  He's over there!"
Don't believe it... even if 
An angel should announce
That he's is in the east or west.
Jesus has come and gone
And will come again very soon.
The sky will roll back like a scroll;
A trumpet and arch...

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Nimblest stick skims hit drum skin
         Bring submittance to my ears afore deafened
                Transmitted rhythm rips something 
    ...

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Theres a three legged dog called bobby and some folks call him robbie

Which he doesnt like

He has to be kept on a rope so he doesnt elope from the garden he bathes in all day
Theres adventure in his soul and he likes a full food...

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Inside our living room, there stood a table.
Three legs it had; its round top was unique.
Mom kept it in the corner, and she’d say
so proudly that the table was antique.

Well polished, it had a vase atop it,
and flawless was its base, legs widely splayed.
One day,...

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Three Legged Table

Above the polished face of the petite gueridon
A crystal chandelier sparkles in dreamy hues
As one candlestick flickers in perfume,
One red rose dreams of minuets, 
Upheld by gilded caryatides of innocence, 
Draped maidens and daughters of Athens,
In salons where graceful reveries
Twirl in graceful circles
Around...

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Jeff the three-legged worm
they weren’t his legs
but legs that he’d found
from old bits of twig
just scattered around
he once saw a centipede
who laughed and made fun
of a young and shy Jeff
stuck on his tum
but Jeff swam through soil
and the centipede saw
staring in wonder
amazement and awe
the twig...

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Rescue haven, a stray little cat
front leg mangled, fur all matt.
No fluffy toy, this poor wee mite
eyes full of trust, denying his plight.

Minus his leg, fur closely shorn,
cuddled in blanket, cosy and warm.
Petted, pampered, he thrived and grew
soft velvet fur. A Russian Blue.

He rules the...

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