Molls Poems - Poems about Molls

... Mr Dennis...what the Dickens is going on...the inevitability.. menace Of celebrities on every terrace at the tennis.. The profanity and insanity of rampant vanity.. The gist..a D list......

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... She smoked She smoked, my mother did, a LOT! I never liked it. To me she looked like of those “molls” in detective magazines, later on television, cigarette dangling from the corner ......

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...in the 1940 detective movies leading men were called gumshoes women were referred to as molls, dames, chicks or dolls. it was acceptable for the men to swat a woman’s bottom. She giggled and acte......

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...The Rodents’ Bane Sphynx cats jinx rats A Most Unlikely Scenario Shorthairs court bears Cat Catalogers Shorthairs sort wares When Cats Go Formal Bombay Prom Day Tranquil L......

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...People like the Lord are watching you The men who follow Jesus cared You're constantly on an audition And everyone you ever knew Will eventually be there It's hard to live under scrutiny O......

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...Years down the road we will be known as flappers In 1929 we are known as outrageous open hussies Shunned by the church-y women, loved by the nightclub crowd We are to be feared and adored, yin and......

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...My life's been fine without you -- really has. A Belgian bar has opened in the square, and weekends, we do beer and tapas there, then Malcolm and Elaine's place, for some jazz and Jamieson's.......

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...We work-to-rule, we're molls, We are not unfeeling dolls, Molls don't make extra cuppas for you, We write our own rules to suit, It's up to you not to be rude, I say, "Pappa don't preach!" to yo......

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...(To the tune of "Like a Virgin"). Not a virgin, Queen of the molls, Not a virgin, So I've been told, Not a virgin, I'm like, well, old, Not a virgin, Please stop your moans, Not a virgin, ......

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...Eat shrooms til everythings pretty, pop molls til your caring and witty. Smoke trees til your chill as the breeze, and drink to forget what you need. Do all the trippys to think like the hippie, make......

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...on confessional summer streets of city the heat scums in like a churlish treacle in back of the five and dime bodies drift by cotton barely captures their hides of leather mock they come feasting......

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...Frances Albert Sinatra Was said to have ties to the mafia Backstage bullets flew as old blue eyes crooned Gangsters fell as their gun molls swooned Entry for Catie Lindsay's Clerihew Contes......

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