Pis Poems - Poems about Pis

...Duniya ki iss reet se, Rishton ki iss preet se, Mooh se, man meet se, Mein pis chuka hun. Jhuti muskurahat mein, Dil ki her chaahat mein, Dard ki is parwaahat mein, Mein pis ch......

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...Esta habitación tiene su color, agrio y sucio con olvido gris. Tengo una lista, lista de todo. Cajas, papel, tiza y pis. Mi soledad es eterna aqui. Ni mis hermanos bailan así. Ni ......

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...Three old crows were standing head-to-head Conversing in the hallway between the classes Wondering who they were dissing, with dread, I knew fellow teachers they thought jacka**es, ......

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...Cooked If Mr Ramsey tasted my food His head would crease, and say something rude But I do my best with what I’ve got And I bung it all-in a great big pot No one listens to my excuses And my......

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...not giving a shift an open flower pis-til... p/b's itched for her as... a honey fuss this way and that so p'ees be... b'ees home sweet home stan sand......

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...UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: LI - Tongue-Teasers If you want to give someone a « taste of his own medicine", you must first obtain sufficient quantities of the same medicine in the market, and if it’s ou......

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...The Manekken Pis flowers at his little feet mourning senseless death In sorrow for the people of Brussels, and for all whom are victims of cruelty. (The bronze statue on the corner of......

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...The continuing Saga of Zack Waverly The Shoot Out At The KOA Corral Six more days of dust and heat along this lonely trail, Although I thought 'Til I caught sight of a horse, quite sick,......

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...My favorite dining place in town is a place called La Baguette. 'Tis a quaint French café and I haven't found its equal yet. They serve the most scrumptious French onion soup west of Gay Paree, An......

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...Little boy in myth Standing pee on his wee wee Glass of beer for free......

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...Startled by a sound on the edge of night, keeping a slight rhythm in the face of life. Wondering, oh wondering – how I take another day? how my heart beats another pulse? how the moon glides s......

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