Cy Poems - Poems about Cy

Cy the cyclone needed a home Thought about Alaska, specifically Nome Tornado Tom spoke of this with hilarity Said to Hurricane Howl, how weird can Cy be? Cy will be back any second, I truly bet But the cyclone Cy had found himself a pet A polar bear he named Winslow Wide He stayed with him in Nome until the day he...

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lovely time traveler came by did not recognize greeting “hi” understanding with his third eye tried to give us a real try conveyed his name was Mister Cy of this age he kept asking “why?” assigned his chores to another guy could not grasp concept of hair dye spoke with beeps, never said goodbye evaporated in green lye me oh my oh and my oh...

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Every animal in the lot came by for a hi They wanted to see Hilda milk her baby Cy Cy was okay with it, not a bit tit shy And of course, the kitty was sitting by. Hello! Said Hilda, welcome one and all. She got a stool as she sat down in the stall. The chickens began clucking, the cow...

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prancing dancing pudd’n and pie boys run off, I’ll tell you why fear of failure to even try there goes one now, my cousin Cy He is terrified of Patty McBly Her beauty is known to make boys cry I watch him run and yell “run faster Cy!” When he tells this tale it will be a lie....

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Look into the camera the mighty space man said. Jon’s Cat was hypnotized, clobbered in the head. We are taking over, honey, the alien said with a chuckle. Jon’s Cat was mad. He wanted to give the guy his knuckle. Take us to your leader the head of the rebels demanded. Jon’s Cat understood, but he would not do as...

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never getting to see the valley of kings at the time one of my wisdom teeth was pushing out and so in poor Arabic speak i received over the counter medicine medicating me to sleep but it was there that i saw the valley of my queen...

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We couldn't choose a place on Earth; the moon would have to do. Invited would be all at Soup, including me and you. If atmosphere would be a prob, we'd still have lots of fun - I guess we'd have some party games, like, catch a floating bun. We'd read our stuff and comment too - a bit like Soup online; but, different, we'd get...

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We have this guy who’s a covert spy. This sneaky little runt is named Cy. Like a fly on the wall, this Cy can hear it all. He knows all that goes on in this sty....

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From my pocket I draw forth my friend The best of me I have held her inside this moistened leaf of lily Since the day I set down booted feet across these desert sands One lifetime ago I cried a single tear and herein I placed As it lay dying on the shore of years gone by Across the breadth...

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