Minx Poems - Poems about Minx

When’ e’er I look upon the squirrel’s plight I think, perhaps, he should be given flight So he could join the mob in warmer climes But then a raged furry coat and tail In Florida could land a squirrel in jail For stealing ice to cool Corona limes For fluffy tails may tempt a wily minx To ask the grayish snow bird...

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There once was a lady from Lynx, Who was a veritable minx, she wrote about love, cooed like a dove, loved mixing ambiguous drinks. Now the minx was wearing a wig, Which made her look like a fig, And she had the gall, To hold me in thrall, And jabbed me with a two-pronged twig!...

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Summer Minx Saucy summer sun teases A wink, a grin, then chases cloud ships Playful coquette dodging thunder Pesters dawn to get up early Begs the sunset stay up late Coy minx flirting with the solstice 7-6-21 Contest: Bite Size Poem No. 11 Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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On green sea, Mermaid free, Wetness gleam, Sunlit dream! Movement grace, Pretty face, Sailor's bliss, Deadly kiss. Deep diver, Crest rider, Blue sky days, Purple haze, Mermaid maid, Silk arrayed. Sapphire skies, Noon surprise, Stargazer, Moon dancer. Mermaid minx, Her false winks, Led to doom, In soused room, For love died, And denied. Beauty's voice, Beauty's poise, Cloud lover, Sea daughter, Mermaid mauve, In her cove, Radiant, Deep sea chant! Written on September 10, 2020 For: Threes, Please Poetry Contest Sponsor: Beth Evans...

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a hussy, a jade, a floozy, a minx a horrible, an awful so many thinks open minded I am I made her my friend Forever tight we’re now both in the pinks...

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She is a saucebox, my little minx. I adore her! They crowded around him, expecting more. Most bar flies ready to hear a great story From this plaid-clad cowboy of few words. She has a voracious appetite, he said. There were jeers, cheers, and murmurs. She howls when she’s happy. Loud laughter now. And she thinks I am the best thing...

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The Convivial Mancs Minx Stirrer of the Soup Front and center of the Loom Feminine rat pack crooner An erstwhile trusty steed Who participates and loves to read No man is an Island But a women's playground To fell with words and pose And she is a sullen rose amongst tidal waves...

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A shadow perversion on the prowl You catch my fascination as you sit next to me Salacious thoughts glisten fresh in your eyes As the sun eclipses my blood goes thin I’m shaken by the havoc she brings Bite down with a feverous sting Soulmates with venomous unchaste gleam There emotions begin to throb It is the sound of droning love Swarmed up in...

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She’s not averse to forty winks But afterwards she wakes and blinks And to her privy corner slinks As enigmatic as the Sphinx She sits atop her tray and thinks Up some mischievous new high jinks The sound of Mum preparing drinks Dad washing dishes in the sinks “So tired of waiting” wail the Kinks This rings a bell with hungry Minx Who from her...

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