Bout Poems - Poems about Bout

Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... redux revisited Upteenth instance where yours truly experienced assault upon hindquarters. A worse hellish fate than perdition and the closest in the throes of agonizing death scene rendition stabbing sphincter muscle spasms wrench yours truly analogous to contortionist, who presents convincing torturous scenario even absent primal screams readers or eavesdroppers envisioning his twisting and writhing as if body frankly...

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. i'm not gonna scratch mine dome ...

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Wagyner: the Greatest Bull of all time! I herd him speak these words, these clearest of defintions this bull was meant to salvage this Ranchers reputation and to increase the valaue of his production cycle."Broiler" for meat birds, "layer" for egg-laying hens, "cockerel" for young male chickens "pullet" for young female chickens. Dicile and less tempormental. The Makle bulls played and flirted with the female...

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He Was All Cowboy With No Hat. I'd Kindly Invite You In For A Chat. I Don't Know If A Cat Can Talk, But... I Don't Have A Cat. Don't Bust Anything....

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Larghissimo very slowly; slower than largo Capsaicin protect the legs of cowboys while riding horses and when walking through rough landscapes. Leather is a thick and durable material that is hard to penetrate may want to use incognito to keep their personal...

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. what happenz in ...

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' 'tiz up ...

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. 'tiz mine think's ...

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My Famous Favorite Poet, One day, I'll write like you own it. Your gorgeously written sonnet, Mines are like bees in my bonnet. Words hum dimly and don't brighten, Yours float high, and they enlighten. All my poems acquire honey, They buzz about sounding funny. Each of your sonnets shines like gold, With words that glow, so all behold. My poems hid inside a beehive, While...

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Ello, Gwammy, Yea, saw the wain, Gwammy, Big dwops fallin’ on the soil. Dwopped fwom clouds. Aunt Jan was angwy. Said I get wet. But I took her bwolly, The one with the paint on it. Big bwolly so I no get wet. Went on the bench to see better. The soil got wet. Aunt Jan called me, But I want to see the gwass gwo. The wain...

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. there'z 4eyne ...

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. her celt tresses ...

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. it's the "M" ...

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Peaceful battles fought With no enemy aside, Friends you trust never. Wartime of peace Moments of joyous sorrow: Jolt of the mire. A race for life, A ring with no boxers, Bout of no sense. Wartime of peace Is a seasonal murder:- No foes in sight. ...

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. quintessential hern mitt's digits stroll mine dome'z mane purrrz 'round the sand mine think's see hern digit's fangz stroll mine ribz okay cowboy that sh!t "tickles" ...

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