Flo Poems - Poems about Flo

Eskimo Joe took a liking to Nebraska Flo His bro said, oh, no, not her, no, no, Joe! When Joe was with Flo, they each had a glow Bright as flashing bulbs at a Kansas light show Love for each other continued to grow Joe helped Flo plant, weed, garden, rake and hoe Their romance was fast, it was never slow Flo...

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Frazzled freakish freckled Flo Generously gives gifts on the go Huckster Hugo has eyes for Flo If they get together, who will know? Just Jeremy, Jenny, Jimmy and Joe Kindly crazy kin set up a glow Lighting the meadow for Hank and Flo Midnight merriment, a fireworks show...

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She passes the place where I sit some mornings, her slow, sure gait pads a gentle elegance across the grass carrying just a hint of indifference. Retired from racing, she has been adopted out. She seems contained within herself, ignoring the yappy terrier and the playful retriever that bounds towards her on her right, not shifting her gaze as if transfixed on some vision...

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This is a story about Freddie and Flo, They lived in Baltimore a long time ago. It might be called a May-September romance And shows how love can blossom if it's given a chance. Flo taught Sunday School, her reputation was pure; When asked his occupation, Fred said "entrepreneur". Where he came from was a topic for debate, Maybe Cleveland or Seattle,...

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Flo’s relatives are the worst If yours have stolen your cars hers have stolen her house, garage and garden shed. If you are whiny, hers are chronic complainers who are more annoying than finding a live mouse in your soup. If yours are hurtful, hers have killed people with machetes. None of us have ever been able to top or one-up...

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In a passion of fashion, at the height's of female pulchritude; try as she might, Wobbling to walk on five inch stilletos; All she got were awkward gawks from the fellows. So not a cat but board walk by the sea, In a trashcan, she cast away, those shoes from her feet. Immediately relieved in the sand standing bare; Eyes closed, to...

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Now 52, she was one of the first heroin addicts I had ever met. Having been addicted for years, now death was her greatest threat. Both her days and nights were spent turning tricks and getting high. Having failed to be free many times, she decided to give it one last try. She decided to check into Prevention House,...

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a bat and ball a certain way to stand tall ignition within a conversation pierced as the renegade blown together appreciate the system, walk away to me while you bleed certain to be caught from here to eternity back safe in my chest you see lift the soap so far try avoiding the light on the car look to the east......

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To Ben McDuff poor Mary would cling When Ben McDuff did his Highland Fling But so fast did he fling than she came unclung And over the Highlands she was flung...

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Set em up Joe, got a little story your mind it will blow Bout a chick and her beau, making out in the snow Got stuck till spring Warmth unstuck their things Had sixty-eight kids and a donkey they named “Flo”!!!...

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With Flo and Charmaine Our hearts will always remain With both Flo and Charmaine; When from us life does so drain, Need poets like you to remove pain. Jim Horn...

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Flo I sure am sad to hear about this; Am sure muchly Flo we may miss; To my poems when you have went, Don't let them make you ambivalent. Poem so serene do want them to mean In their message that may be in between Laughter, longing and a desire to be Comforted my each poem written by me. I remember something similar happening...

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For the rose without season is you Light between stars shine through your soul Ocean of kindness whispers your name Joy resides in those beautiful eyes Treasure trove,a friend to keep Humbleness and Honesty your virtues Open-hearted to all,expecting nothing in return Mother and Wife who lives life for her beloveds Admirable for verse,and much more for gentle deeds Special is the best word...

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Windy and her cousin Flo Went down to the rodeo The cows were walking on the moon They hadn't seen the crack of noon Floyd got his fiddle out They danced the night away I can't remember anything I don't know what to say...

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(Limerick) There once was a woman named Flo Who did it by the way that you know She had a long nose And alligators in tow Who ate her nose and each of her toes! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 September,07,2014...

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