Flap Poems - Poems about Flap

A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge Next guy...

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what birds might think about planes They obviously shave everywhere Ehh you can see into it’s stomach His farts stick the smell is everywhere I talk to him not a peep from him I might do one what sheep think of clouds Are they scared to jump in case the never come down Where the is it’s nest-sorry back to...

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The bare branches were shaking, twigs rattled like ill-fitting teeth. I thought: 'any moment now the coal black lumpiness of them will break a bough, and all tumble down or up, creating sky-slides of avian tumult'. They jousted at each other, clattering their sharp quilled feathers like angry Black Knights. The very air shook as they bounced, up and down imitating hooligans on a drunken spree - rowdy 'caws'...

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Off she took her leathery cap For an apparently sought nap She had secured with a milky pap, Her decided pillow Bob’s lap But with her trousers’ flap Open like Satan’s trap, Thus, her sleep intentions making a crap And she a target for Christian Mother’s slap, On her head an upset father’s rap And, sure, a child’s gossipy clap… Between her and honesty...

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There are no ugly ducklings, only judgmental swans....

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There once was a fellow named Todd Who had a very strange habit, quite odd When girlies came near He would flap both his ears To signal he was ready, yesireebob!...

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There once was a fellow named Todd Who had a very strange habit, quite odd When girlies came near He would flap both his ears To signal he was ready, yesireebob!...

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You act like you’re all that - gaining green when you rap, but I say lines of utter crap come from your verbal flap. You lack and I can back that. My slapjack, whapping facts would not be rinsed with tact since odds are a massive stack of my fly responses so snap they’ll waste yours to scrap. You’ll bleed a need for a map just...

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Well wobbling around in a pear tree dressed in a space suit can be very very dangerous. You might fall. And fallings are failings and failings flay the flesh from even the smallest atom that arrives in a puddle so never question the movements of a pond in the seasonal adjustments. Eradication of waste from...

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Oooh look. Oh wow. Correlating jumping twists and combinations of bunnies,irons,toothbrushes and eye lash curlers. Turn then a stick. Rotational gravitation and melodically performed interludes. Such magnifications of a single note. Kissing a kindling to produce an even steady glow. Epitomising myth,fables and heavily guarded secrets. Yet seconds are counted by a tick tick tick....

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The fly On a bowl's rim Fresh banana nut bread Aroma floats as a fly dies Sweet Death...

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There once was a fellow named Todd Who had a very strange habit, quite odd When girlies came near He would flap both his ears To signal he was ready, yesireebob! © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Oh,doctor I am in a flap I cannot turn this childproof cap I cannot take my medicine So I shall toss it in the bin The beta blockers make me down I am in a study brown. The mini aspirins make me bruise And my mind is quite confused. The ibuprofen hurt my heart Yet without one I cannot start. The thyroxine has no effect So...

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The Barbie Doll Flap By Elton Camp A group of folks are raising hell Asking a fat Barbie from Mattel Should a doll be impossibly thin Or preferable to have a double chin? Seems to me that what we’ve got Is the classic “tempest in a teapot” A girl won’t be traumatized either way For it’s just a thing with which to play A doll...

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The flap on the Coffee Cup bothers me so. Not staying in place, where it should. How something so simple and small, could stand a chance at all, for reaching the Thoughts in My Head, puzzles me so. So insignificant, with little importance, perhaps trying to hide the more important worries that wander My Head. Oh, the flap on the Coffee Cup....

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