Priss Poems - Poems about Priss

...my husband asks me “Do you know how many days you have worn that outfit?” It is totally comfy. I nod. He holds up three fingers. I shake my head. and hold up four fingers. He is a priss; alway......

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... Written: February 19, 2024 _____________________________________ Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom, mooring a mystic's sibylline moves as Felicity finds me, I float f......

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...(Leeza, my roommate Lisa’s little sister, was off-tha-hook earlier this summer) thirteen peach flesh fabuk buster nu-metal priss sexless breasts bitten fingernails dirty babyskin fe......

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...ALLERGIES I’m tired of these rains of salty tears Caused by allergens in my atmosphere. Since allergies last the entire year, Why they’re called “seasonal” isn’t clear. The stinging spores a......

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...Missy is a priss Living in bliss Who does things her way Laying in bed all day Her smile is so sweet Always wanting a treat Husky eyes all lined in black Intelligence she does not lack Wh......

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...Hurry up! Barry the boorish bulldog urged Priss the poodle. There are others here who want to unwind their noodle. Is that surly curly still in the bath? Is she getting her legs waxed? German shep......

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...hey, mind, think back and dwell on this … our decades-old, warm reminisce of heady nights when dating Kris, sweet buxom, avid, bob-haired miss who learned with us to bill and kiss, and lift youn......

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...Was she gray or pink? The toms could not really say. But they watched her swish, and fully sashay. She had an attitude that said I’m a fine cat. They fought over her attention at her welcome mat. ......

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...Putin must have missing brain When it comes to the Ukraine; Not only has he been a priss Like snake does make a hiss. We must consider the source; Had ridden topless on his horse; While he sa......

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...Oh, foolish man! I told you I'm not a clinger Don't grab my tail 'less you want to be bitten and if at me you keep pointing your finger I'll show you the contempt of an angry kitten ......

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...My Haylee; My Waylee I still remember when you used to cry all day nearly daily My Little Boog-Ann You also smell like a crayon My Prettiest Girl You're like the prettiest pearl My Cutie Patoot......

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...While on tree became a grower; Seemed to be slower and slower, And a big pain; Constant strain; In middle found a whistle blower. Do remember when on me dawned, Trump appeared to be far beyon......

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...Sounded Like Sitting On a Cactus Should have to hear when at practice; Sounded as if were sitting on a cactus; They would be, Always off key; Men are humbugs while women a priss. Jim Horn ......

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...A pink whistle, a shrill siren, a spilled bottle of ink, Vibrant India, the blue stuff, silver spilled in the sink, I never know what kinds of amazing things will come through. What will my assert......

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...Neither encumbered with material trappings, nor money, (neither of which I miss) mine existence approxi- moxy mates (to me), the state of psychic, intrinsic, and bucolic bli......

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