Butters Poems - Poems about Butters

...The Queen has a navy That floats in her gravy, It’s sharp and its clear, But it’s sure tough to steer, For the rudders get stuck In that thick, grayish muck, And the lads in the stern Have a p......

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... half a world away-trite, honey butters me up, with spectacles and cute smile, good morning-good night ......

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... "Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars (and butterflies,) fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore . . . " Based on lyrics by- Fra......

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...Baklave punished the people of Thermopolium. The taught the flavors of desire and decodance When Apicius created a dessert for the men of Anceintious. One man wished to be loved and sorted the f......

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... I get the bread-n-butters, hot, koshers, dills, all that. But why they call them stackers, when they are oh so flat? H/T to Terry Flood's Pulling Pickles......

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...two men two despots butters the western style bread... the trap lays in wait © Harry J Horsman 2022......

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... "She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor, Winter is dead. " Quote _A.A. Milne Waiting f......

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...Quote by Dandapani: A man who prepares for war invites war/A man who prepares for God invites God War And Peace I am not ready to strap a grenade to my chest for the sake of mor......

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...My hair has always had a mind of its own Stays doing whatever it wants whenever it pleases Just never bothers to do any of it, at my convenience Will take its sweet time to grow When I'......

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...Green Oasis in the midst of burning sands. Milk ed Maidens in garb of headdress band. Soaked in milk and butters cream. Supple like the grass, taught like the reed. Come back to me, fall back......

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...Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam Channels which searched for surrendour Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean Chances which blind chase......

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... I have a little garden that I love, where the many plants of my childhood grow; (I did this to honor mother above) where flowers flourish like a wild meadow. Where the many plant......

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...The media likes nothing more than a white rogue cop and desperate black skin followed by a good old fashioned race riot to ignite ratings secure their jobs for millennium, more views higher r......

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...I walked without her through a tentacled forest. Skulls broke beneath butters. A scarlet-and-gold clad Legionnaire, unequipped for darkness, richer than Deutsch chocolate. A lance bogged in moist mar......

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...Say something nice my love Pass the bread and butter please Put down the dagger to the heart A slice of kindness will do just fine Don't be like the ugly lady in Amsterdam Yelling at her husband......

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