Cheroot Poems - Poems about Cheroot

...I'd chosen you as my flunky - Your hair - Neanderthal red, You'd hurry towards my shrill calling, De-cloth me and roll me to bed. 'Textured', you woo-ed, 'mild and creamy', Said I'd never last......

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...This is the story of mad Molly Shaw She might be mad now but she wasn’t before she came home to find her man dead on the floor She lay down her bible and let out a roar She walked into town wi......

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...Carson Elkund moved slowly through the town, his eyes darted about, looking around, looking for trouble he knew was out there, he was wanted by many, and moved with care. He had bounties aplent......

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...Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants D......

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...Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants D......

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...CHARLIE'S CARTOON CHARACTERS Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land, in the land where Charlie lived, there was a group of cartoon characters who felt as though they were the greates......

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...The Tale of Billy Flynn Billy Flynn looked skyward As the fire slowly died The embers dancing gaily They had a hard days ride He looked down at the fire At the coals and their red glow "Bett......

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...Sir Henry was smoking cheroot Stark naked in his birthday suit But he did something rash When he's flicking his ash His pubes are no longer hirsute! 4th May 2015......

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...Sir Henry was playing his flute He also was smoking cheroot But when his attire Was soon caught on fire I’m guessing he’s not so astute! 04~18~15 Contest: Famous Einstein Quotes – J......

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...Part Three ...swishing away with your sunshrivelled burgundy knotty arms with broad disdainful harvesting sweeps the cobras come out to water in the sweltering heat by the thatched fly-buzzed hole......

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...for Granny Letchumi (b. fin 19th C. - d. 1978) Once i was a prince in your highbeamed palm-thatched house timber and stone of hardened mud and cold green shiny cement in your village ribbed wit......

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...Ah! There is nothing, nothing that adds to a gentleman's persona, Like that of fashionably sporting and puffing a five-dollar Corona! With a cigar in his jowls, he can socialize with disdainful pre......

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