Jen Poems - Poems about Jen

A fast-paced, quick-thinking woman is Jen. Gregarious and fun, she juggles her men Tossed and tumbled, all three laugh about it. Loving her the whole time, for she is a chit. Happy-go-lucky, fun to be with for sure. Her motives are good-natured, totally pure. All think they have a chance, but none know. She juggles six more beaus down in Buffalo....

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There once was a dingo doer named Jen who’s nothin but a suckin squawkin hen. For a tim tam she’ll do the same nasty to you with a stroke of her feral tongue and pen! She’s got a thing for this special dingo and writes me love poems in my lingo. With all that sexual tension ...

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'There will be consequences' 'Russia will pay a severe price' Please pardon Mr. Putin for failing to tremble He's focusing on his next roll of the dice 'Our sanctions will punish their economy' 'Russia's financial sector will be crippled' Abject weakness barely causes a ripple Putin's not as...

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To quote me Poor Old Poor Old Poor Old me Why me Why me Why always me Until 1 day came along Mev Jen Lady P She started reading writing And commenting to me And now Poor Old Why always me Is foreign to me Because she opened up my heart And made me want to be Everything she sees in me I wish 1 day I may become and I am...

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A transgender girl in Milan Must guard when she goes to the can She may wish to sit Or truly commit And pee on the floor like a man!...

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I visit my nurse today who gives me my injection she always makes me feel okay and has a superb complexion There are other carers there but Jen's the one I allow to dose one prior orderly gave me a scare almost fainted came near close I'm glad we found each other now there's no need to fear it there never is a pother I've found...

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Her pooper scoper is filled with laughter A kind and gentle soul always encouraging me To pickup after her poop, she is a hoot Her kindest and friendliness on soup Blends these two together JEN on the other hand has a love of understanding A poem she once wrote left me gasping for air If you put these two together in one...

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Jen the hater was an awful bully People’s reps she would gleefully sully We made her our friend Things were on the mend Left her bad attitude in the gully...

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I AM TIRED JEN (THE ALIBI) Lips and hair and style and grace, Conserted effort to paint that face, Creams and perfume, a smell divine, Lace and silk that were once mine. Stench of deciept hangs in the air, Slips on her heels without a care, Where once was love, detest now thrives, As she brings infidelity into our lives....

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LORD, I humbly greet You, early this new day, a Tuesday in May I return to my prayer list with "N" countries, from Netherlands to Norway Adoration is the FIRST STEP (one way to PRAY) using "A-C-T-S" The letters, not the word, "A" for adoring Him, God IS (Love) & LORD of lords The "C" is for confession of...

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In twenty-eleven, an Italy tour, We hung out with Roger and Jen, Exchanging addresses, though what were the odds That we might ever see them again? For with hundreds of miles and quite a few years In between us, the chances were slim, But an email popped up – they’d be here in New York So they reached out, perhaps on a...

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Billy whispered to Jen, Lets have an adventure again. Through the maze, Past the graze. Their'd you find them, In a fort made of Ma's favorite denim. Billy and Jen, partners in crime, Billy and Jen, Always till the end. Can't find them? You'd hear Ma say "Oh, not again!" Through the maze, Past the graze. Their they were! Making their own world! Billy and Jen, Were always, Best friends, till...

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Number 6 of THE JENNIFER POEMS “Be that Miss Jen?” shuddered my voice. Oh Eros, for three barren year I have waited. “Alloo,” came from the other end, soft , softer Pulling my very heart from my enfeebled chest. That voice, the fuel of my hitherto dying soul; Voice of Jen. If by the hand of providence I was at that...

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Number I of the Jennifer My heart-beats race in glee As blood surges through nerves and veins While I behold with bliss sweet Jennifer. There she jumps like a bee in spring- Here she laughs with Louisa at her heels Exposing white even teeth to bless any tongue. O! Here I find myself in love, my heart ding-dong. In student wear and...

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Number 5 of THE JENNIFER POEMS Nothing gave me a worse shudder- Nothing enraged me more Then when it came to my feeble ears that Sweet JEN was holidaying with that savage chief. I leave thee in despair Jen For that feeble heart I promised thee Slowly collapses when I reflect of thee. I leave thee in my despair. But I hope that...

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