Buffoon Poems - Poems about Buffoon

He is a cowardly buffoon Less cowboy than poltroon Cringes in fear at the moon Afraid of bubbly lagoon Doesn’t make anyone swoon Terrified of a small raccoon Shrieks and hides from a blown-up balloon A forever alone weird little goon...

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laugh … please feel free the fat old man is here for your entertainment ‘there must be a purpose that we strung the aged fool along for’ … right?? it’s not that I feel like an impish idiot (though I do … completely) the contrary element is that it’s not like ME … I’ve always been in command - always been the giddy-up in the group the jump-to-it-and-do-it...

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Harold died leaving six behind, Whom few close families might mind By being to them honestly kind. They'd cross them in streets like the blind! Harold's son by slight buffoon, As he does self in pubs cocoon, His daughters! 'Yes' to men too soon, At nights waiting to kiss the moon... Six left by Dad to face the battle, The Eldest thinks they're all...

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I met a raccoon with a look so gullible; Stumbling he came from a jungle called global. Among the families with a very few high caste, He lives in the periphery as an utter outcaste. When asked to describe his present destiny, He sneered and I said, "For villainy and tyranny". His well-dressed ancestors lived in a mansion, When those baboons...

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What's a buffoon type restaurant We serve ourselves and eat what we want Gain humongous pounds Till we can't walk around Perhaps I'm thinking of a “buffet” response...

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Big Buffoon With A Balloon Instead of being a dumb, big buffoon, Always walking around with a balloon; Our intuition; Poor politician Wish would leave and live in a cocoon. Sound familiar? Jim Horn Write one using hope, dope, and slope....

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So I had an appointment today to inspect a motorcycle in Stevenson. I pulled up to the house and walked to the front door then knocked. A woman opens the door and I say, I'm here to inspect the motorcycle for the insurance company. We're eye to eye contact for about 10 silent awkward seconds...

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Donald Trump, that disgusting buffoon, Grimaces and gestures like a demented baboon. Liar and con man, A friend of the Klansman, As well as of Putin and his KGB goons....

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You should watch how you treat me Or you will end up in a poem - believe me I heard every snide thing you said I saw every shake of your head Your body language told more than you wanted said The senses of a writer are well tuned Easily spotting the buffoon So take back what you said Or you will be...

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So there it was nigh on high noon In the heat of summer's day, When down the street walked the buffoon While the town folk were napping away. No one took much notice at first Of the buffoon out on the street; They'd not recognize his mighty thirst While dozing there half asleep. But into the sheriff's office he strode, This buffoon once...

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A Buffoon Of A Tune My boyfriend looks like a buffoon He thought he could sing a great tune Couldn't hold a note Was holding a tote Instead he flew right to the moon. Written: Jan. 1, 2016 Sherri White...

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Although aging may not be a present thing to experience it is a great blessing. No matter how hard he tries to understand old age, the youth will never be able to conceive the meaning of aging, nor can taste the fruits of real human pathos that come only with age. Listen, therefore, to this old buffoon, you...

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On these lonely and forlorn days, the word past, more than the word future, grew and piled high as the castle wall. I acquired a tendency to measure my future from the length of the setting sun on other side of this view obstructing wall. As the wall becomes higher, the sunset rays become shorter, and in time of this last part of...

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Bit by bit I build my life But it never becomes a structure Where I can put my head in rest Lay down my soul in peace Neither has it become a calculation Though I keep adding and subtracting Till date I did the sum forty times Nowhere have I seen any...

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