Dolled Poems - Poems about Dolled

... Broad in the beam not much of a looker this crusty rust-bucket of nuts screws and bolts is a crabby old hooker as luck would have it dolled up trolling for supper at any port in a st......

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...Waist not an outfit, Barbie with her slip-on shoes, fairy-belts; plush hair, sometimes in ponytails. Forget-me-not her impossible figure. Why do some suppose that Barbie should......

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...my neighbour was a simple woman quiet and modest in all ways she led the kind of life that most would never envy from nine to five she'd pay her dues but then on weekends would come to life s......

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...I became pregnant the summer of 2024 I had my eightth son, born Valentines Day 2025 in Correzz France. I became pregant one night at a Music semenarier. Ten of us partied at the Twig Retreat i......

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...Lemme regale you with splendid and fabulous exuberance Despite being an amateur paperback writer wannabe, whose storied protagonist stars colporteur wannabe (thinly veiled cover as yours truly......

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...Over the holidays, I was watching Lisa’s sister little Leeza, she’s 14. She has a rebellious fashion sense and a joyful innocence. She’s still fearless too, and on-God, I hope she never loses that.......

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...She said I'm bored I think it's time I left She hopped in her car, headed west She left him waiting and wanting more At least she's pretty A shame she's a whore I can't say I blame her She ......

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...Every January first of the new year... finds me (a doggone muttering *****sapien) to give pause for reminiscences and to take stock (sh lock and barrel) about mein kampf in general and previou......

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...Zealous untiring repentance Fleshed out as poetic confessional. Profligacy prevailed pricking psyche precipitating pandemonium. I wrought havoc courtesy aegis of paramours picadillos, your......

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...I hate this time It means I lost myself, again I was consumed By greed, by the chase If I already hurt, then what's the harm? I'm consumed with pain, Now swapping one addiction for another ......

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...through streets of déclassé squalor, i wander, courtesan of chaos my feet bare, ballerina on the dirty floor o the city's kin of decay, ragtag orchestra plays its dirge; an eerie swan song. ......

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...I feel in führer rated and envious... entrapped within webbed wide world weft as a rump pulled stilts skein at warp speed exhibiting my heroic trumpian wiles cuz he (johnny come lately) a then......

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... Bel Canto ___________________ We sang a rendition of the Lovers fight song where two lovers asked the world what they were doing wrong her cursings tongue spoke until all her frustration......

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...Lost in my own little world as usual Fleeting idle thoughts come and go I gazing out of the window I notice the blue and fluffy candy cotton sky And the sun shines in my eyes Landscapes live for......

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...She’s a dolled-up housewife, poured with Honey’s money. Only likes to glamp in secret; Meet her “Daddy”. When stealthy escapes became her wild musings, Each of those sleepless nights, she is slowl......

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