Coif Poems - Poems about Coif

...Enigmatically stubborn to style, the coif Some days it can be easily pulled off Other days it requires an exorcism Like Zoolander it can look like ‘Magnum’ Hides my receding hairline like a cha......

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...Little hairs in certain cases, are expected that we might see. Arms and legs are common places, as well as hair upon our faces. On top of head, if no traces, accepting bald, is what you'll be. ......

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...Her beguiling eyes took my breath away Above the silken mask she chose to wear Her coif most flattering above her face, Until I saw her teeth -- the worst, I swear! Wr......

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...Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical The following poem crafted not quite thirty months ago, when severe bad hair day found yours truly self sequestered toying with noti......

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...Softly I reached to pull it A pillow ,Too many ,I think Your breathing somewhat challenged Your throat definately In a kink Your set up Was In a bad angle Your coif It was St......

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...Another season nears its end closing the doors on the dreams we played pretend in the days we hoped would never end; a place where times are unchanged secure in their shells, endeared moment......

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...In a passion of fashion, at the height's of female pulchritude; try as she might, Wobbling to walk on five inch stilletos; All she got were awkward gawks from the fellows. So not a cat but boar......

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...You're my Knight and I'm you're Lady a medieval flash in time not maybe your nobility conquers any quest with armor and sword dressed Remove all apparel you need it not for you've won the batt......

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...Military coif high and tight not a hare out of place John G. Lawless 4/30/2020......

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...The UK PM has a cough And has had to take some time off In intensive care He does need more air Show support with a Bojo coif!......

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...I’ll ransack the caging golden towers, Slip your hands from the twines of forlorn hours; Spirit you to fields ‘neath conspiring stars, Coif your hair with a headdress of flowers.......

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...Ominous Foreboding Augurs... Innocuously incubated kindled imperceptible dire strait restlessness like tinder with pinterest Deutsche agitate barreling like a freight train running so much f......

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...Eight inches of snow saw no hat on his head an act of derring-do, my father said, He ascended the steps the eyes of the world upon him An orator attacking the lectern ~ Camelot, out ......

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...Now what’s the matter with my hair? It’s thinning balding -–such despair As buddies jest that I’m ‘top gone’ With strands flaking one by one. The barber whips piles of spray net ......

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...Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be Oh Dear, what can the matter be the mirrors all lie – they never flatter me all they see is a much larger – fatter me they should be charged with reflective ......

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