Bladders Poems - Poems about Bladders

... A Pond's Melody Purrs of swimming swans Drumming of fish with bladders ......

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... Let off a lead, freedom bounds as if all joy is held within a bouncing ball to be retrieved and brought back to lay at a lover's feet. Then sent off to do again. Smells wafting from t......

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... It was a big backyard, big enough to hold the imagination of a boy - trees to climb, sheds to explore, a large lawn to swing a bat or kick a ball and in a quiet corner, a sanctuary for......

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...A Broadway show, with kids in tow, Is challenging, for sure. You must prepare for getting there, With hassles to endure. The car’s a pain, yet bus or train May cause you some delays; Then eve......

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... In restive response to the nature’s call, in the disciplined dog-line they all fall. Not far is the place to pee, tree never seems to be free. Leakage curbed canine bladders......

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...Goodbye and good riddance 2023 Commencement writing this poem began December 31st: 2:24 PM ended December 31st: 03:53 PM. The best geriatric effort I apply twittering, ushering, and albeit......

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...The tide and heavy seas had washed up a wealth of treasures to lay at my feet spread out in a long line just like the way wares are displayed on the street of an outdoor market. Shells, som......

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...When I was seventeen said he You know how far that I could pee? Across the mississip He said, undoing zip. No need to show me now, I plea. Why that's nothing, said his brother, They oft goade......

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...The Hammer and the sickle were emblazoned on its tower This underwater enemy would demonstrate its power The submarine, in covert mode, torpedoes at the ready The crosshairs on the monitor were ho......

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...The Tyburn wagon halts at every inn. Tight stinking alleys cobblestones and gin. The condemned drink their fill, none fear falling ill. Harlots cackle and screech the condemned grow hor......

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...Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism. Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously. Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently. Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta pot......

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...being adventurous mammalians we seek to avoid the repetition of pain and encounter the repetition of pleasure which might be why the ones who have everything take from those who have nothing jus......

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...We're Covid free - restrictions lifted Shop barriers, they have been shifted But there’s still a queue For the ladies loo Weak bladders, us gals have been gifted! Bars opened for d......

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...a vulgar morning unveiling the naked fragrance of sun-burnt dog turds. It came to me, played tunes on the cords in my nostrils until my left eye caught them hiding ......

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...I killed a killer this morning! I gorged his eyes out with my naked hands Counted his teeth one by one Like pebbles on a plastic platter; Belched after I drunk his cold blood In a home-made che......

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