Booties Poems - Poems about Booties

...I adopted a baby grandma said Who would let that old woman adopt? They’d have to be wrong in their head We did not run over there, we thought it was a lie It has to be right? Said Dorothy, Budd......

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...My salt and pepper shakers were risqué Shaking their booties night and day I told my husband to put them away It was his mother who thought they were gay I brought my boss home for dinner last ......

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...Moses, the Australian Cattle Dog, Entered our lives in October 2018, Saved from an Amish puppy mill. Our daughter’s surprise was not well-received; A puppy was not in the picture. Begrudgi......

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...Vibe-check, it’s Friday. Yay! A delightfully cool Friday at that! I’d like to thank the democratic party (which I’ve heard controls the weather now). Has the heat finally surrendered to the inevitabl......

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...Cod bless ye dead folks God bless each Soul Those good lucky Dead Over those evil has no control. Cod bless ye dead folks, Those too that have cause to cry After all sundry sadness They've......

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... I read a poem about a mother, a saintly mother, who, with knotted and veined hands, crocheted blankets and booties and mittens for grandchildren, who made lemonade ......

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...I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties. Stickers hide ......

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...I wrap myself in feather-boa-fantasies of his dreams sinuous pinot-grigio-me; X-rated and never sated dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated ...my floorshow our foreplay welcome to the conjuga......

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... The New Year's in diapers a broad smile on her face Sipping champagne from pink booties in her hair, Queen Anne's lace Bald baby boy with the cigar please remove y......

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...Becoming, a translation from Rabindranath Tagore, Still, halfhearted I see, for a blossoming may I am an audacity, yet underneath in serenity, oddity I shall be someday, grandiose, someone I shal......

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...Date June 2024 A large group picketed outside Of the toilet paper factory. People held picket Signs marching in a circular line. The Group chanted: Revolters deserve better bottom Paper o......

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...three trotting turtles slowly raise a cloud of dust neck and neck finish six hissing serpents surreptitiously slither escaping their pasts three city ground hogs shaking their "jay-lo" boo......

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...The black dog stood out in contrast to the snow drift Arlis found her half buried in.Emaciated she was a light load as he hoisted her onto his shoulder.She appeared to be a Irish wolf hound with the......

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...She carries home onions in a string bag. She walks in time-dinged tweed and wilted woolens She is of age and does not count her days. She knuckles cords of twisted tendons. She treads low-heeled ......

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...Lives of saints had thrilled me, like suspense-filled stories, Churches around, in litanies, sang their glories; Isn't to be one of them I was called in birth? How come, in life's course, crept in......

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