Homonym Poems - Poems about Homonym

Last summer when you (towed) your three (toed), (toad) I'd not give a (cent) for the (scent), (sent) through the air Like when I dropped (chili) in (Chile) when it was (chilly), The old one didn't, but the (new)(gnu)(knew) it was there! So with sore foot, (I'll) walk the (aisle) on the (Isle) I (cite) the (sight) of this...

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The aide will aid you right away Names of guests are guessed today Wines not allowed, don't whine aloud Drop your watch and watch the crowd Don't nod your head you may be gnawed And still be still and not applaud The band is banned to play Do- Wop Don't break the brake or you won't stop The course is coarse so hold...

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I write so when i'm wrong i'm still right, I fly words like planes the wright brothers rite? This is nothing new you could of knew what i'd do. After ware and tear I wonder where you could wear a new outfit. Go to the store to get chips, fruit snacks too, not a pack maybe two. I wish...

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A poem in honor of my blog. Have fun, everybody! Place tongue firmly in cheek. They'res a buoy at the window Smiling inn at me But eye don't really no hymn Wait—he's Nettie's boy, that's he! He's got a creepy effect And wholes all in his genes His pants are held up by a chord A very pore lad he seams. Ewe be witness...

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Laying inn the grass watching the clouds float buy, my mined wanders aweigh as eye smell that apple pi. I've patiently waited four spring and now that's it's hear awl eye want two dew is sit outside and drink a bier. I've waited four warmer whether and too bee outdoors, butt today I'm stuck inside and...

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SPOT THE HOMONYMS For the Homonyms are full of spots! We were young and wore black During the war we were under attack We wear bright clothes now Where were we? I thought we were the prey But now where do I go to pray? The enemy was there all the time Is it true they’re so different? Are we their enemies too? Am I...

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Don’t you agree with my ability to loosen up on our times in no night ? A river thing was flowing through foliaged silence. In deranged hour of the neck tie, you throw up obscenity on road. What ? Chicken hearted ? Sickle cell anemia ? Goat rioting before sacrifice:- the tiny feet will drop from heaven to walk in blood and bless you...

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