Perfumer Poems - Poems about Perfumer

...In the echoing halls of third grade, he sits, a nine-year-old lad, master of the silent symphony, the classroom's perpetual farter. His seat, a throne of hidden thunder, each release a steal......

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...Floccinaucinihilipilification of me Hurts to the core About my poetry He doesn't adore Interesting lines, humor Seems to abhor I hear rumor See if agree S......

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...If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me. Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks She sounds like a mad dog who barks and barks Geeze, lady, give it a rest Yo......

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...Limricks prompted by a comment made by someone today It's a fact, and no longer just a rumor Some soup people barf at toilet humor Have you sniffed your own butt It stinks so......

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...I was awakening from my dreams, in search of an orangey sun, As dreamers had always done, since warm vibrancy of day one. I was emerging from fine silken coverings, in the usual way, For......

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...She would keep her tears in a crystal and silver perfumer, along with jasmin and rose water. Whenever she assisted weddings, she was perfumed with a few drops. Drops of grief disguised as jo......

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...PERFUMER Nectar from the Father, God; Sweet honey from mother; Apothecary, Apothecary; ......

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...I had an expression In my language I joked with people whenever I wanted Yin nhiany thok Your mouth smells badly One day I met a man He greeted me and said Why are you slender like this? Yo......

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...When a man loves a woman. I went to the perfumer to make me a scent, to please the woman I love, she is Godsend! He said I will make you a scent no woman has ever wore, and in replace you mus......

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...Where is thy rose? I do not see it in my hand but I see blood pouring from my vision. For thy thorns have pricked me Where is thy rose? I do not see it in my hand but there is a scent th......

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...The dear old heart had an infectious laugh. He'd capture the hearts of many a fair maiden with his Baroque style and charm. Like the magician uncle in the Narnia books he'd be mixing and brewing ......

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