Legs Poems - Poems about Legs

A man from Connecticut found His legs would not reach to the ground. “I wish I was shorter,” He told a reporter, “To stop all this floating around.” ...

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Ode to the legs silky and long, Beautiful as an unwritten song Sleek, slender, and milky white In my dreams through the night ...

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In the year 5555 Your arms hangin' limp at your sides Your legs got nothin' to do Some machine's doin' that for you From In the Year 2525 by Zager and Evans Luddite Robots that clean floors and pools Robots that assist with surgery Robots that search for explosives Robots in all areas of manufacturing Robots unpiloted as drones Self-driving cars Self-regulating thermostats Self-guiding weapons Self-regulating houses It won’t take until the year 5555 The time...

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Frog legs are reputed to be quite a tasty delicacy I must confess, though, as for me I prefer frogs served ~ amputeed...

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The Woman with Hatstands as Legs The Woman with Hatstands as Legs named Lizzy hung toy store customers’ hats. Doing that daily put her in a real tizzy. It was no fun because she’d get real dizzy. ...

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I paint stars until theyir lines are shine and bright. At the end either way it's going to look like a banana Haha Hahaha Hahahahahahahahah Hahahahahshsh And my fingers are overglued, I feel messy, but I like painting my face full of colors. You know I liked calling them ,,my choice of pallett", because It looked like nothing right. But every time you...

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SIMPLE SPIDER STORY Palsy poison spider bickering, binding, biting sparring, stinging, scampering creeping in crevices cocooned coded crooked cock-eyed Here, there, everywhere Scorpions enticed bicolour eyes broken webs of gravity’s return to sting a billion bites boggling so drenched in poison they polluted rivers and valleys alike Here, there, everywhere Palsy spider died a peevish death a pensive peony covered her crevice soon after...

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With no wings to fly… and no legs to walk… as an elevated portion of the Earth’s crust, with sloping sides and a peak, stuck to the ground…, I am found. Appear so majestic… But to the core, a rock I am…! Fixed at one place, to be the guest of others, I can’t move an inch further! Whistling winds, rustling leaves, Frothing waterfalls are...

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When I was younger and thought of old age Thought we all became senile at this elderly stage It appears I was wrong, I can still go potty And able to dress this tired old body Try as I might, I don't see very well And my wobbly old legs are as shaky as hell Sometimes my words come out like...

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Two of them are for the steering wheel; To drive unsafely is to be a heel. One is to make penciled calculations; To make missteps is to spoil relations. Two more make amorous advances; Based on calculations, he has good chances. One makes careful notes, oh so detailed, So, one day, his memoirs can be retailed. Two are needed to solemnly...

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Kansas City’s Renaissance Fair is fun; you can dress steampunk Go as Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, or a Victorian Queen. You can be a knight of the Round Table or King Arthur It is embraced by several factions of people in Kansas City Each year it gets bigger and more outrageously fun than the year before The only thing...

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Little Jimmy Short-Legs took it in his stride that everybody called him “Little Jimmy Short-Legs” ‘cause he knew way down deep inside that his sturdy little legs were really, really short and one would have to be all but blind and ever so polite to not plainly see the shortcomings that his little legs displayed he was however very, very grateful that nature when being a little mischievous which...

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My Body Explained in Metaphor My Life is an ever-changing hill. I stagger up foot over foot And hand over hand If I’m lucky occasionally I trot down My eyes are two cameras They focus on what I need. Sporadically, they find things to scare My eyes don’t filter, don’t care. My legs are two stilts Most of the time I balance well Navigate the road,...

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Take me to the lounge Black boots nudie suits Dressing up like the sky Razer shaved Miss behave Calling your number A cold cup of coffee Reminds me to turn back Latter days into empty space Wanton saints Capricious my delicious My demon-licious It's worth looking into There's a better way to think of it The day just can wait for another No bets no risks no delicate...

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Ahh! Boy bandit and blessed are you with your big headed self you're free blinded by the glare of the eyes you so scared aw chicken head are you thinking about me Ma lady chicken leg Girl ya got them scrawny thin legs arms that flapping the wind and as you shake your bottom you think...

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