Best Throngs Poems

There amidst the Sunday throngs,
People sunbathe in their thongs.
Passersby are few who lack
The will to just ignore the crack.

Since it is a public park,
There for all from dawn ‘til dark,
There will always be some nuts
And displayers of their butts.

Freedom has a price we pay,
Including bodies...

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Beware Thee The Unsavory, Unfettered Throngs

When distant mystery has curdled the blue sky
The old hag cursed the earth and the skirt of rain
Dance girls danced lively, the others did not try
There was far too much heavy words and abject pain
From the outskirts there was much...

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