Best Tootle Poems

I so love this form called Footle
It allows the poet to doodle
With so few words
Whether right or absurd
Now read , short trip, lets tootle




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Tootle Lou clamored to enter the hive,
Snooty queen's pheromones said, "Your antenna's not jive."
Tootle Lou retired to her bachelorette tree,
A wasp with child declared, "No...

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Tootle Lou met the gang at the McDonalds by the sea,
She shambled in with pants too big and stains for all to see.
We chewed and...

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Flageolet’s loud toot
Doesn’t sound like a flute….
Sounds much more acute...

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			p	     o	        k	    a
			bye,     yay,  ...

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When cowboys sprawl 'round the camp fire after the days work is done,
They strum guitars and tootle harmonicas and sing to have fun.
Real cowboys don't...

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Poetrysoup Footles

1. Poem Taking a Vacation

          Footle
         ...

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Margot cooked a sweet maggot-pie
                    ...

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 A Footle?
 
Explain
Again!

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 Boot?
Coot?
Bottle?
No Footle
 What makes a Footle?
A Footle’s a pootle, you see
You first take a mootle, a small twist of tootle,
then you...

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Things we can compile
Depending on poem's each style
But it might beguile.

Were never right type
Like yippy dog which would yipe
Hard had been my hype.

Don't want things...

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My poodles love to eat noodles,
oodles and oodles of noodles.

My poodles love to draw doodles,
oodles and oodles of doodles.

They sit on their stoodles
listening to flootles...

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My creeping beeping peeping Tomlin Murky
Sent his ballsy brethren Beetles bumpy bun
All looked at him an ass in haste post chaise Oh
Bunny sunny money nanny...

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POETIC PREFACE:

An inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according...

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smitten with a forsaken long lost love 
     *** plus years ago,
aye since didst roam'n o'er hill and dale 
 ...

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An old felt hat adorned her head
Her wicker basket on her arm
A life alone, she'd never wed,
A gentle soul, so full of charm.

A tootle down...

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