Dah Poems - Poems about Dah

A piddling, trifling cha cha cha Danced her petootsie off, rah rah rah Wiggling, jiggling and a ha ha ha We wanted to join them lah dee dah...

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When we don't say anything and everythings alright I look to my lover and will gladly take her hand I come out on the lovers sides meaningful equation: furthermore maybe in a little while I don't remember exactly when when But I know how you got a second a moment to spare might I say I love you and tell you I care Unsure of what to say didn't know what...

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Dear Super Man, My name is Blippen Snickel of Duessie Commonens. I seek your knowledge of the CODA Atonal Scale Laser. Which will be sent to the planet Mars, on the Rocketship Trissel WL 20S. Might Black Manta and Solomon Grundy have there way. Dearest Superman one would warn...

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rough lumber and 32 inches of concrete stabilized cobb with interior and siding and rough lumber ends to make the interior look like a log cabin a overlapping roof with windows centered 16 inches inside the rough lumbered walls a rustic modern living area to sheild the persons from the ruffs of winter and the harsh heat of sumer....

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Mrs. Lah Dee Dah Hen need her mink and her pearls to dine. She is stuck up and all about herself, said Mrs. Z, a jealous swine. Look at her parading around in front of the pond, looking at herself. I think she looks beautiful, said a thoughtful visiting elf. You are kidding, right? Asked Mrs. Sheep, another jealousy...

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The young creator said "Voila!" His parents askance, said "Uff da!" ....the carrot a dong, ....the coals, all so wrong! He cried, "He's just upside down, duh!" ( ) ( ) (*!*) 12/17/2021 - For Andrea's 'I Need a Laugh Xmas Limerick' contest...

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There’s beauty in the strangeness , as in night moths flying under icy fog , or the dull moon , like a dying birthmark , or a flock of snow geese , illuminated as white teeth : like that static charge from your dark eyes ; your voice , as if words from a frosted pane . A red...

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The Lotus Position requires A bunch of professional liars Each one presuppose That everyone knows We can think away our spare tyres...

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There are people who smoke their coffee, eat cigarettes, snort beer and throwaway food. Are they ill in the head? Their life tapping out a story. Unknown realities straight out of a comic book. See the girl poet crawl on all fours. I'm going to ride her like a horse. Then feck her and write...

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Words are fun Tah Dah Tad De Doo Skipping with sun Carousing in blue I am eager to drink coffee From a faerie elf’s shoe Add a little sweet toffee Lah Shah Lad She Doo Writing is amazing Sah Wah Sad We Sue Cattle come a grazing Nah Mah Nad Me Moo...

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1/4 cup of chopped shrimp 1/4 chopped crab meat 3 cups of chick peas 1/4 green onions chopped 2 teaspoons of cayenne pepper 2 teaspoons of chopped thyme 2 teaspoons of salt 1 Tablespoon of dehydrated garlic 1 egg yolk mix well and form balls, deep fry until golden brown a good sourdough about 3 cups of unrisen sour-dough 1/4 cup of chopped chives 1/4 chopped thyme 1/4...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming? How long for? Will it rest a while? On a sofa or a couch? It is not particular. When passing...

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Playing practical jokes gave Fred a high making folks look foolish he wasn't shy. But one vengeful night victims took delight seeing him on TV with an open fly....

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A contextual gray dulls the horizon’s lure, blending the sharper hues, softening the day’s rush like warm cotton batting awaiting a fine rump. Drizzle manifests, depressing, maudlin lackluster, shrouding the zip in the day, Uncle Remus frowns. Ole Br’er Rabbit would not come out! The blue birds hide waiting for sun. Ole Sol peeks. Remus smiles. Br’er hops in. Blue birds arrive SING!...

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