Fit As A Fiddle Poems - Poems about Fit As A Fiddle

...Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea..., yielded following resultant fiction, which arbitrarily selected thread first popped into my head considered one among many pos......

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...Shattered dreams of New Canaan no longer land of the free home of the brave, original rightful occupants hoodwinked, petrified, where diseases xeroxed ambushed, crushed, extinguished, squashed......

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...I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... ......

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...Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle After experiencing a severe, albeit violent near lethal bout of irritable bowel syndrome (yesterday night August 30th, 2023) triggered courtesy dulcola......

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...While on the topic of blood kith and kin, I relate another fabricated poem about blimey bloke of a fisherman. Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye... Courtesy webbed whirled wid......

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...I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane Mine body electric analogous to Google map pronounced with arteries and countless varicose vein visible popping blood vessels leeches have......

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...I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub whereby the missus didst potchke created whirling dervish hubbub after enjoying repast, (fit for a tarnished king), yours truly a......

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...FIT AS A FIDDLE I used to be fit as a fiddle When I was in my prime. I could run the London Marathon In a perfectly reasonable time. I would play five sets of tennis, Then......

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...Four young men and quite large Are cruising the mall like a barge. But I, diddle, diddle, Fit as a fiddle, Aim my cane at the middle and charge!......

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...Hmm... on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protrudes taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized within heart of darkness, especially when electrocardiogram exhi......

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...Never Give Up There was a green frog on his lily pad A big duck came beside him and said, Lad I'm hungry and fading out Amid a full-hearted shout, "I'm a rare frog!" Duck said, "Yummy I'm gl......

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...You are lost to me in your world of despair I reach out to comfort you- but you say 'I don't care' now but a shadow of the person I knew muttering, staring, broken and blue bottles are hidden and......

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...Aging baby boomer no longer fit as a fiddle accumulating extra adipose tissue around the middle ain't no impossible mission whence thumbs I twiddle to shed unwanted weight methinks exorcise t......

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...Unsolicited feedback across rock of ages woke beguiling ghostly busty spectre courtesy Marie-Antoinette, (i.e. bride of France's arty choke King Louis XVI) bespoke let him eat cake, and (sic)......

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...There once was a patient named Phil, A tough one the doc couldn't kill. He left the hospital As fit as a fiddle But croaked when he opened the bill.......

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