Hortense Poems - Poems about Hortense

...Horton smelled a Who, what about Hortense Did she have that special female 'sixth sense' It seems she was lacking But not 'cos of hacking 'Hortense! Stop burning that freaking incen......

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...Hortense and Gertrude Priscilla, Imogene Once-popular names no more to be seen Isadore, Cornelius Cyrus and Mortimer Back in the day such names courted her You never know though......

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...Hortense was an Opera singer, Who thought she was a humdinger. Every breath that she took, Screamed like a strangulated chook, The audience put Hortense through the wringer.......

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...I see no Knight in shining armour On his trusty steed I can't see the local farmer or man of any Colour or creed Who would want a valentine like me No man with any sense Who would date a woma......

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...My given name is Hortense, and I am an English Professor, I love my job and my life, and to do my best I endeavor. I am popular with my students, as I also am with friends; And I have a loving f......

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...Hortense Halle was a regular hoot She bought herself a new cottontail suit Hula hoop earrings A pair of pink wings She never did fly ~ but boy, was she cute......

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...There once was a fat lady named Hortense who claimed she could sing but this was nonsense. She would make our ears ring when she tried hard to sing for her hitting high C was an offense.......

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...There once was a lass named Hortense When she spoke she didn't make sense An interpreter was needed But the interpreter cheated Swore like a trooper, made the air blue and intense © ......

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...Why does our nose smell and our feet run? Methinks the answer could be kinky If Mother Nature chose the other way round It sure would be messy and stinky Here's something you shou......

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...Hortense Reads a Romance Novel By Elton Camp The cover picture is easy to understand Beautiful woman with bare-chested man Into her lusty eyes he does peer Their intentions are quite cle......

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...Tonight is for reflection. Not the kind found in a mirror. Which of course I have none. Mores the pity. I would love to see how splendid I look in my new shirt with French lace and ruffles. ......

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...IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT Not a knockout to begin with Dubious the juices beneath her skin Hortense Winesap was a last resort (after all the callers had needs) She sat around the house Feel......

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