Fanny Poems - Poems about Fanny

there was a young lady named Fanny who expected to marry her fiancé Danny she found him one day kissing young Fay and kicked his butt from Dublin to Killarney ...

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With a passion that exudes Madam Fanny is no prude She's oodles of cash A Blue tube news flash "Fanny goes lewd when denude" Madam Fanny's new costume Is nothing more than perfume In all honesty That's not modesty Though they loved her in Khartoum...

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Scratching Fanny in Cock Lane, a true tale The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast A teenage girl, a drunken parish clerk, and maybe even a ghost About hordes of aristocrats and wealthy men assembling Crowds rivalling Covent Garden, Theatres were now descending To a house near St Paul’s on a road named Cock Lane Although...

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Someone can call you "  rebel " Which is his " her" new label As you are not  under his " her" control Then he " she" turns to be your new patrol, That consumes much petrol....

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a person can say "hi " she feels ," shy " don't ask " why " may be she drinks red chayi. you wish to see her with a cup of black chayi and some special chapati. don't think you see her copy because she is  always shy In front of a handsome guy who wants to...

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Fanny's flirts and flings had found her fickle fame, She couldn't shed her shady shame off her name. T'was more give than take, Yet none for her sake - Till one fond foreplay - Fanny finally came. From there Fanny's fishy repute fell deep down, Far, wide and beyond her native English town. Not the faintest flirt She would ever...

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Freakish Fanny fled fine Finland For far-fetched Formosa fields, Forsaking fantastic fiords forever Forfeiting flourishing forests, Frigid fertile farmland, festivals Forgetting feared future fighting. written January 22, 2022...

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Ode to Fanny Her start in life was rather poor with wastrel parents, ones to abhor She avoided living in the gutter Earning enough for her bread and butter Her break in life came rather later Before, bigamy and babies to underrate her Her kids grew up in the care of another She never took to being a mother Her culinary skills...

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I write upon my Fanny And once upon my Nanny Who pinched me on the face Because I called her Ace And sat upon her knee To make her fly with me. I write upon my Fanny With crayons from my Granny Who made me draw a chicken Before I got a licken For coloring her walls In Grandpa’s overalls. I write upon my Fanny In every nook...

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There once was a woman named Annie Who had an incredible fanny Because of its size They couldn't surmise Whether it was a nook or a cranny John G. Lawless 4/20/2020...

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This here tale's 'bout a woman, name of Annie Barron Like most female folk, she's kind and she's carin' But the thing about Annie that veers from the plan She's a whiz with her hands, as good as a man She can fix almost anything, from computers to cars Though you'll never find Annie drunk in a bar She's busy helping...

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HARMONIES OF NIGHT Weary wand'rer, stop and listen, Give heed to this soothing song, The voice of the night wind carries Words of peace and rest, be strong; Strike the harp of Zion, let's sing Mamma's lullaby tonight, It's melody reminds of how Bells at evening bring delight; Hold thou my hand in the silence, We will sway to the rhythm light, There's...

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Twas in eighteen sixty seven The little girl was killed Frederick baker wrote in his diary "today I killed a little girl" Her name was Fanny Adams was just only eight years old. Not all her body parts were found. About this time the Royal Navy We're fed cheap meat in tins Thinks maybe Fanny Adams they ate Had a joke amongst themselves What's...

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The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast A teenage girl, drunken parish clerk, and maybe even a ghost About hordes of aristocrats and wealthy men assembling Crowds rivalling Covent Garden, Theatres were now descending To a house near St Paul’s on a road named Cock Lane Although three stories high only one room on each...

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He was weird funny He proclaimed to be president of many People laughed at him Saying it was just a whim He lost his mind, now he is called president fanny...

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