Podgy Poems - Poems about Podgy

...She used to be fast and bouncy, but after two strokes her head began to tilt over her rolling neck and podgy body. Yet, through bleary eyes, she saw off starlings and cats, toppling into t......

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... Bored of deplored Hordes of frauds On abhorred company boards Who applaud flawed Seats stored…for cheats Apply or buy on the fly Enjoy till they die Getting podgy..bet......

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...If lesser chimps bow, trail alpha male’s tail, If a filly fawns on a horny stag, Show her willing hind to dominant male, If paupers please a podgy moneybag, Man, an attired ape, bows to brawn......

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...Oh to be laying on a bed Of soft feathery fern To rest my weary head Not much left to learn Except to look at the ceiling There above the world And know that what I'm feeling Has brought my ......

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...There lived a greyed, an old bald man At sixty of age in a squalid barn So rich that he could not feed his home His colleagues outshined to beat their glome He helped his men to mend their mout......

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...I see no Knight in shining armour On his trusty steed I can't see the local farmer or man of any Colour or creed Who would want a valentine like me No man with any sense Who would date a woma......

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...Some are born by paupers Their struggle starts at infancy; With dried-up bottoms And washed-out concertina ribs, Yet their rust-colored teeth find solace On their mother’s shriveled breasts. ......

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...She had a cute podgy nose Tiny fingers and fat pink toes Lips shaped like a cupid's bow Her dimpled cheeks had a rosy glow A shock of hair for one so young She yawned showing the sweetest tongue......

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...Image in a Mirror She sits all alone in her bedroom tonight, and stares in the mirror while dreaming her dreams; she thinks to herself in the soft evening light, and wond......

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...Introduction: I’ve noticed that some internet poets posting their own work on the net via a blog, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and so on sometimes use a typewriter. To clarify, instead of simply d......

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...On soft unsteady feet, she toddles. Glowing eyes and podgy fingers, she explores. Innocence in endeavours, she wanders. With little coquette behaviours, she seduces. An urge in her sear......

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...We sat in your room waiting for nothing, Talking about nothing and waited until it’s coming. Wind blew its finest and was thoroughly real, We were hurriedly running in a freezy room with th......

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