Priscilla Poems - Poems about Priscilla

I was never part of a family never on a team never felt comradery No one ever stood up for me people bullied me I was alone Poor me Poor me Poor poor me She held a pity party for herself daily In the lunchroom at work ruining lunch for the rest of us All cheer and jollity are extinguished when she enters poor her, poor her, poor...

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Three times the mass of the sun were the boobs of stripper, Priscilla the Hun. And when the adoring men yelled out for more, she'd shimmy and knock 'em all to the floor ~ first with the left, and then with the right one. ...

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(To be sang to the tune of Cruella De Ville) Priscilla DeVille, Priscilla DeVille If she doesnt marry you another one will to date her is a costly bill priscilla, priscilla shes like an widow waiting for the will look out for priscilla deville at first you'll think priscilla is just fancy but after shes got you to kiss and thank you...

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That rodent is so odd, his brother told him. Stay away from her, you might catch it, Jim. Jim was a reader with his nose forever in a book. He gave Priscilla a nod but not an interested look. Priscilla caught his nod and was happy to see. A bit of attention from one of the Brothers Lee. Jim Lee was...

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When people do not know how to have fun We send them to Playful Priscilla for she is number one. She understands how to uplift, to motivate and relax. She does it with excitement, these are the facts. Playful Priscilla’s rainbow colors are colorfully nice. They help thaw the strangest people’s stuck up cold ice. She figures them out quickly and...

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Priscilla pig pranced and peened proudly in the pooh. Enjoying small flecks of mud on her hooves tis true. Don’t stop now! Roll in it! Yelled the old sow named Sue. She looked at her like she was headed to the factory glue. Old Sue did not care; she had mud, corn and a sky of blue. Priscilla wondered, if...

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Priscilla was born under a lucky constellation Without a single bit of consternation Born under a lucky constellation The entire town was in celebration We were excited, filled with excited jubilation. A lovely couple – Wilbur and Winnie Thyme. They had patiently waited a long time To get the ultimate gift, a baby girl. She was adorable too with one gentle curl. They had...

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An elegant lady in high heels walking. I caught her up, she was softly singing Elvis. She looked at me, stopped singing, And asked, "Are you lonesome"? OMG, it was Priscilla, a quick thought I had, Why didn't she add 'tonight'? I felt myself floating, then I saw her gloating. Next thing I knew was my mom asking, "How did you get that...

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Priscilla of Titillating Courage With smidgens of cereal we may choose to grind traces from Grains of life truth sadness vagaries and the circle of being Separate the wheat from the chaff only to find out we are Looking at rye and need to indulge a wry smile now and then At times the gristmill is too small and...

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Disheveled hair, wiry and gray an old lady hovered past my house each day. I ignored her when she passed by wondering what possessed her as I sighed then in my own focused diligence I slinked fast away, uncaring in my ignorance. Wasn't sure where she lived but wondered why in the world she seemed so encumbered. Then one...

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… …genuine of love aroused from you, It was meaningless…null and none. BUT…you came to me like a descending angel to demonstrate one, I hoped less…helpless as a boy lying in a pool of blood but you Had that stability ...that capability…that ability to lift my hope You donated me faith arising from your bottom...

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I have a reason to live Thousands of them to stay alive So pure and natural like the oil from Olive For this, I will always strive In your sure way I will drive For I know, knowledge, from your closet I will derive Our meeting was indeed, a Destiny Destined to occur in the GNA colony Oh yes, that is the "inky...

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When all Mom’s kids left home, Priscilla, our Siamese, lived on to well past twenty years of age. One day, approaching her litter box, she raised one foot, gave forth a strange raucous sound, and then collapsed. The cat quite literally croaked! *croaked is also American slang for died. (I had introduced Priscilla to our family. I had been selling cards all summer at age...

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Priscilla Gets Her Way With Love By Elton Camp Prissy’s ears extend well below her chin And to a bi tch she is the very next of kin And she has long whiskers on her face Once-a-month bath she finds no disgrace Her hair is very short even atop her head And kind words she never once has said By giving love to...

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Cilla Jaye Crazy,Silly,Random,Sad ...

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