Pout Poems - Poems about Pout

She plasters it on thick Bleaches ,curls and glues Draws on and colours in Products galore she does use After hours of beautification She squeezes into a tiny short dress Huge breasticles on display Bum cheeks peeking out to impress Now for the selfie photo shoot Complete with sexy poses and pout She is finally ready to leave Her only destination McDonalds drive through and out!!...

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The Rugby World Cup Sevens girls Made Marmite ladies lose their curls Vegemite bossed So England lost Australia went home with the pearls...

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He was a Mean Scout, This showing with a pout, His Upper Lip and The Lower out: Just finer than a pig’s snout! He was a Coarse Scout, Readiness showing for a bout, With knees at the mercy of gout; An eagerness to a rival rout! But should a well-groomed scout The slogans of The Rash tout; An integrity leave in doubt; Shoulders...

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Upon her face hangs a pout, Which under her philtrum she wears so pink. Not that she wills to show sulkiness, But to send a flirtatious invitation, And inveigle mine to repose on...

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How lovely you look in that perfect dress you chose rosy lips, in pout lit smile likened to love's dawn that would be heart's best day won were it my hand that held yours...

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Being a professional listener has its perk Sometimes I hear both sides and I am astounded. They both portray the other one as a big jerk. All of their accusations are pretty unfounded. I listen and I nod, being insanely nice. These are consenting adults, so they could quickly fix it. All they have to do is talk to each other...

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Standing alone in a festive crowd, silent tears falling to the ground amid the ...

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A long, long time ago, there was a Princess Maria who was spoiled, whenever she didn't get her way she pouted until her lips protruded as if asking to be kissed, her ladies-in-waiting called her the Princess of Pout, a young royal who thought of nothing but herself. One day, while visiting her rose garden, a frog jumped upon her shoulder, with protruding green lips...

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I tell you, girl, it’s better not to pout Some tasty treats I have for you in store I'm Santa's helper with a member stout Unlike poor Santa, I can give much more I'm sure in bliss my name you'll scream and shout! For Andrea’s Quintain Christmas Contest Sicilian Quintain contest written in Iambic Pentameter January 2, 2015...

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You got a duff gift from your ‘mate’ Too large, in a colour you hate It simply won’t fit You’ll never wear it No nookie mate now you can wait! 12~28~14 A Quintain Christmas - Andrea Dietrich ~awarded 3rd place~...

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I told her, ‘You’d better not pout, But Santa has left us both out; Although it annoys: He’s broken our toys And slipped on a stray Brussell sprout.’ For Andrea’s Quintain contest...

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Kicking Santa is not nice to do. Chuck Norris has replaced him, 'tis true. You'd better not pout, or a swollen snout, and a stocking of whoop-ass for you! 12/21/14 Contest: A Quintain Christmas Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich...

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If no diamonds Ill try not to pout For that’s not what Christmas is all about Ill take Zirconium Though its a Phonyium But in the bedroom there could be a drought Just kidding of course......

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There you are Mad at me Again What I must do To tell you That I am just playing Lol When do you ever learn That an eye plus an eye Are not four eyes? I can see only my eyes Or is it your eyes I see But it’s definitely not four eyes So play with my rule okay? Lol too funny...

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Know Love Lord...

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