Crumby Poems - Poems about Crumby

...When you’re eating a cookie Or pastry or cake Or any sweet offering Someone did bake There are bound to be crumbs On your plate left behind (For the ones for whom finger-licks Are too refine......

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...SOUP FOR SOUPERS Hello ! My dear Souper friends: Me the Master Chef ! Well trained. Also an expert cook veteran. Following message: I am ready to......

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...I was murdered by an escaped convict for no good reason the other day. It was not nice, and it made me unhappy, and I wanted to get away. But I jumped up instead, and I hit my crumby mean murderer ......

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...She cannot keep a job; she has had several. Anger issues. Cannot spell or write either, or be nice, but those are secondary problems. Showed up at ten, was supposed to be there at 7:45; always good......

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...My foot is happy. I know by her wiggle. She hops in the lazy chair, making me giggle. Hungry is my tummy. Gums are feeling crumby. Both feet dancing now, causing me to jiggle.......

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...WHY GOD MADE POETS I once asked God why He made poets. He said: I needed someone with a big mouth who'd communicate the ups and downs of life in an honest, simple, straightforward way; someo......

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...I mailed out home-baked cookies; The recipients got crumbs. Though really, when you bite a cookie, That’s what it becomes. It wasn’t my intention, (I knew not what I was doing When I wrapped ......

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...For days now, my wife, i and some friends, have been working on costumes for Viking's day at our up coming Renaissance festival, went suddenly Poetry Fever hit, this is the result---hope you enjoy it......

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...Donut People Not all donut people are large or police or thieves Nor are they thin, eating only greens and leaves and vitamins Or exercising on the side of reasons muscularity All this takes ti......

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...Black tie Sweet crisp and old It's not a tuxedo style Joe event It's not the plain vanilla sweat, tears, and fears My dear It's the sugar and imprint of guilt on my cookie It's the finger tha......

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