Leggy Poems - Poems about Leggy

... Dad went to work on an egg each day Til one day the egg cracked on the way Pants covered in yolk It was not a joke That his colleagues egged him on, all day. Dad had an egg every si......Read the rest...

...Longshanks drainpipe and whistle through the day. pterodactyls got it easy in this wide-open sky, they glide too far up to be real anymore. The beady-eyed slinkers that wriggle under our ploddin......Read the rest...

... hold still … eventide - I am a capricious cad among wraiths waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonder into the braids of my maudli......Read the rest...

...A Tale of The Last Dance It was the last dance ever Orders from the Kingdom Come ......Read the rest...

...What's Look Got To Do With It? This poem is dedicated to you. Miss. Gorgeous Tina Turner You must comprehend that you turned heads at every corner Of the world, because you were sexy, sassy and ......Read the rest...

...without a menu leggy waitress spinning round silken table cloth.......Read the rest...

...Inside cooped up in my loft all autumn with writer’s block, it was time. I arrived on New Year’s Day. I wanted a fresh start, so I took a well-deserved hiatus. Such grandeur, and glory, ......Read the rest...

...Showered in tear drops Their pink leggy drenched pistils Flirt from lilac skirts......Read the rest...

...She is the talk of the barnyard the alpaca’s whispered in tones. She is gorgeous, leggy, furry, and she has the prettiest bones. We were anxious to meet her but were jealous right away of course. ......Read the rest...

...The discovery at aged seventy Explained to me at last The source of my problems From way way back in my past. Not just a clumsy country idiot, All my life there’d been a cause, A condition cal......Read the rest...

...Alabaster staircase framing chandeliers Picassos, Renoirs, Van Goghs lining the walls Marble floors, dazzling in the starlight Polished perfection staging the Night Dainties, delica......Read the rest...

...Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged w......Read the rest...

...hold still, eventide ... I am a capricious cad among wraiths, waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonder,......Read the rest...

...circles within circles harmony of sticks and stones and gems his foundation flows around my ankles flooding ‘tween the trees baubles of aquamarine circles within circles harmony of......Read the rest...

...She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band in a t......Read the rest...