Hairy Poems - Poems about Hairy

Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread. What the hay is this nonsense on my head? I can’t go to work, can't enter the office! I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses, be the fool who provided entertaiment gossip. God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous. I do not care about appearing faultless, but I'd...

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Three funny guys, Curly, Larry, and Mo Slapstick comedians, you all must know But there are three circus clowns Who create mayhem and frowns The crowd calls them Corny, Hairy and Schmo Corny thinks he's the wily ring leader Acting as if he's a Walmart greeter Talking like he's really cool But people laughed at the fool Gobbled by the lion called 'Man Eater' Hairy...

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TWA HAIRY DUGS Twa hairy dugs Walking doon the street, Raking in the buckets Tae find a bite tae eat. Licking oot a puddle Tae git a nice cool drink, Survival on the streets alone They really have tae think. Sleeping on a stoory cloot Tae shelter fae the storm, Huddled up nice and ticht Tae keep each ither warm. Hiding in the summer When it gets too...

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"My Hairy Wild Petunia" Likened To lichen Sphagnum Mostly moss Made moist Dew do me Kiss my Lab ia Good Bi...

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reclusive hairy man is shy hides out in secluded parts of Alaska wilderness lives on mussels and crawfish part of an ancient cryptid race creeps up to igloos at night peers in at children inserting his ways into their nightmares...

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If I just knew then what I know now I'd start over if I just knew how I would cut me some slack But there's no going back I shouldn't have bleached my unibrow...

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meek, this hour of a morning hue shy cobweb gloss in a frosted dew he stood as shrubs nay merged with trees but matted hair instead of leaves though leaves a few were woven in a tempered bark- like wear of skin yet fleeting foul and a peasant’s ploy their rancid goad to wheat destroy in crop and fold of furrowed fell lest he be The Mowing Devil ...

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There’s a fairy going round who does hair transplants in the night She does them while your sleeping so you wake with quite a fright I have no gripe with transplants so don’t think that I’m a moaner But could I be recipient… and not the bloody doner!...

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He was as hairy as a bear But he really didn't care He had a narrow tail That left a long trail It was covered with superlong hair...

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Last night I had a vivid nightmare, When I awoke, I'd lost all my hair. It lay in a pile on top of my bed, Wish I knew how it vacated my head. The very next night, I had the same dream. When I awoke, I started to scream. Instead of hair piled high on my sheet, It all grew back on...

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Come old and young, come big, little, wild and tall Come down to the Legion, join the Hairy Leg Ball Bring your varicose veins, please do not stall Bring your grossest. hairiest ugliest furriest legs To the marvelous, magical, loveliest Hairy Leg Ball We will have razors to shave off most of your ruff. We will hold you down hard,...

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what are light green milkweed seeds called? hairy balls! There are three old women at the table. One spits out her dentures. We cannot stop laughing. I am not kidding, one tells us. I work at an arboretum. Look it up. We do and we cannot stop laughing. The guy in the booth behind the other two turns and glares at me. I am...

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21. I care not a fat hairy fig For your task to decimate And predicate my world With such villainy and hate. You evaporate the sunshine. You bring nigh the distant gloom. Like a pestiferous browsing parasite Intent on some impending doom. Crawl! Crawl away from sight... I reject all you say and do. Find Another to parlay your malcontent... I have no room for you. ...

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The gleaners undirt these profane candy morphs as they sift through the fields in springs and falls. Apiaceous, mud beige burrowed beasties, them bow legged, cowboy pulps; others with flipped birds sprung up from their hairy carrot fists, bronxing to the sun. You would think they would be tough, those mutter udders, those gangsta roots, but they slice nicely into sticks, lunch...

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