Conga Line Poems - Poems about Conga Line

... Devouring wings, my drip is dramatic, Flames ignite tongue, buds sting acrobatic. Capsaicin conga line, thrusts are erratic, Spicy-raised roof, heat hitting the attic. A gourmand adventure,......Read the rest...

...Follow Me Come on, join in, hook onto the end of the conga line! Hands on the hips of one ahead all following along in a snaky, winding, whooping line like a centipede jiggly jiving, ......Read the rest...

...Bartender Oh Bartender (a stout rendition of O Captain! My Captain! Perfect rhythmic rhyme with tonic when the doth ale). Mine eyes espy the glory per the ending of another work day beckon B......Read the rest...

...Some call me a contrarian because I shun the Conga Line observe the strange gyrations of a movement serpentine. I stand alone, often dismayed they chide me: “C’mon take a chance.” I dare not ......Read the rest...

...parTA My sweet little gran-mire is 94 Years old. She still works, as the chairwoman of the family trust. You can call her “Godfather.” The “frail old lady” is a humorous disguise she dons to b......Read the rest...

...I know it’s coming that urge the pressure to perform on queue a conga line of the incontinent living the Maxwell House dream “good to the last drop”. We wait in shuffling silence knowing that......Read the rest...

...Dutiful discipline drives devoted diligence... Quotidian dedication describes das deft dude, his promising passion with English language within recent past dim sum might notice he brewed p......Read the rest...

...the beast detests the prince of pomposity. the chin upturned. each blackened strand of hair in place with grease. his too white smile released to aproned maids — the town with hordes of them......Read the rest...

...There was a garden gnome named Griselda who lived by my back garden gate she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene to Gregor, her poor garden mate. She screeched and she stomped as she thr......Read the rest...

...Most everything written (and learned ya in school) Yukon coon sitter, (and bet your bottom dollar) tibia bunch of contrived information all details bu...bu...bull...low kne......Read the rest...

...The conga line stretches on for miles, With wedding gown leading her groom, Swerving in and out of future trials, Before the newlyweds head to their room. With wedding gown leading her groo......Read the rest...

...Vagabonds – the lost Avatars Virtual Vagabonds, avatars lost amid the teeming Ethernet, signal searchers illuminated in the blue light of emptiness Hobos of a cordless conga line falling ......Read the rest...

...The sherbet orange light of a fall morning in Connecticut crackles with the scent pine. The lake’s parking lot overflows by nine thirty. The S.U.V.s park in a haphazard manor. The boat crew’s flight ......Read the rest...

...The suburban pressure cooker expelled its multiethnic horde north. Laden with implements of leisure, bicycles, kayaks, canoes and camping gear; world weary travelers of urban and suburban bent surged......Read the rest...