Pans Poems - Poems about Pans

More pans to wash … More pans to wash!!! They come umpteen times a day. My hands are chapped, My back is crook’d I wish they’d go away. But when they’re dry and shiny, sitting neatly on their shelves My thoughts can turn to what comes next - Some tasty treat, no longer vexed I now ‘create; and undertake Pie, bun, roast...

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African minds, African souls Yet only one controls Her fiery hair is one of a kind Yet no one sees inside her mask of destruction Her name is Rae Hood, a killer of all beasts She isn't a hero not a villain You don't want to get on her bad side For the moon power is all hers African tribes hide for she won't...

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She writes of the stuff in the loo, amused by the odour of poo - she has me in fits describing her sh.ts (though others believe it's taboo...) written 19th March about Jan Allison for Margarita's Paean on Poets contest...

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Taking a derelict path, With a semblance of security, Though only a whisker of it I leave for the past Which seems not far But still out of reach I am thoroughly afraid For I am to face my decisions again But My itchy toes take me back To the day when I considered myself A free young man And I remember not feeling Like...

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Blended Pans All things to all men. Take me to two thousand words. And send me in orbit so fast. Tannhauser Gate bound. Blade Runner esque times ahead. Paradise on fire....

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Joys of married life outweigh minor discrepancies Such as throwing pots and pans or other irregularities Must turn a blind eye As harmful stuff flies by It all part of the charm, ignore the unavoidable peculiarities...

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The joys of married life far outweigh any minor discrepancies Such as throwing pots and pans or other minor irregularities Must turn a blind eye As dangerous stuff flies by It all part of the charm, ignore the unavoidable peculiarities...

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Playing tic tac toe with a triangular time bomb can be said to be a great idea for a triathlon of terrifically trained turnips whose expertise in the feats show a huge display of dedication, dietary dresses, and downright deserved dutiful distinguished drag. But a stage is not a stallion nor a stagnant shaped ship....

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Standing beside the pots and pans, the pretty girl was full of life and had the look of 'far to go', but green tee-shirt was much too tight. Standing beside the pots and pans, maybe she'll never escape those, but if she's a stickler for shirt too tight, heaven only knows. 9/28/2015...

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if you cook than get hook it read the book its part of the plan they don get hot POTS AND PANS...

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lost in a deep sea the frog is loose escaping from hell tracking down hopping mad a culprit named pork chops who ate the pig is on the loose again vile threats made on duck calling out to everyone his lips on the lily trumpet bringing back the magic with those green smelly old tights in hearing whistling on the wind under a silver moon peter pan imposter sweet talking candles softly...

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“The lives of stone How rich they must be” ...

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i desire to last forever maybe in some way i can but in defeat i am defeated all of a sudden i miss everyone...

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The Olde Druidic Elven Way 'for ever words were writ the rhyme and rhythm helped us see the shape and taste and need indeed of apples yet unbit To help a man be what he is alone in all his glory to know what's right and use his right of individual freedom is the well point of the story painted words of admiration to hold the beauty of...

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