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Premium Member Fiddling with Footles March 2025
Apples in Fall socks warm worn fruit Crystal Light small bows sans rain Newly Born unmasked this form Lettuce Sleep tossed,turned sans dreams Justice roulette made choice Mercy “Uncle” repent Grace desserts just ‘cause ...

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Categories: fiddling, today,
Form: Footle
The Fiddling Fiddler
Shorts up his ****, Not moving very fast, Shorts are too mini, You see too much skinny, Hand down his pants, As if there were ants, The “fit” of his shorts, Made our lunch aborts, Fiddling fiddling all the time, In his teeny tiny shorts the colour lime, Slick and wet they are so tight, Will he get out of them… He might (not)....

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Categories: fiddling, 12th grade, beauty, desire,
Form: Dramatic Monologue



Fiddling the Books
A sly violinist named Max In ethical finance was lax. He pulled all the strings To gloss over things And fiddled his end of year tax! revised 18.04.21...

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Categories: fiddling, funny,
Form: Limerick
Fiddling About
Fiddling About. by The Didds Annual Concert, DMT, Time to act, you and me, At Dauntsey School, a painted floor, performed in the round, with rehearsals at Sheep Street church, St Joe's school hall, the con club too, learning dances, blocking acting, making lovely sounds Odessa, Ukraine, in 1881, Kiev and Chernigov , don't forget Poltava At Taurida, Kherson, Yekaterinoslav, Violence...

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Categories: fiddling, grief, jewish,
Form: Free verse
Fiddling and Footling With the Super Duper Soupers
Well if it isn’t the Italian Princess herself! I just KNEW we’d finally meet. It must be our: Karma, Charma (Whatcha say we…Ow! Look, you left a mark) I swear to GOD I haven’t been drinking Deb! It’s YOU that’s making me all: Woozy, Guzzi (Hold me up whouldja cher? Ohh yeah) Wow, I’m trippin’ out Ortello! It’s like FAR OUT to rap...

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Categories: fiddling, poets,
Form: Footle



Fiddling Sam
There a guy with a fiddle in Tucson town Known by everyone for miles around He been around the corner, and back Eighty eight years old, and that’s a fact He’s stays active by riding his bike Seven plus miles is the ride he likes At fiddle events where Sam abides His wife, Georgia, is there at his side Long a...

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Categories: fiddling, friendship, music, old, old,
Form: Quatrain

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