Sashay Poems - Poems about Sashay

Circle left, hang on tight Don't get caught in an alligator bite Allemande left, what you want to do Is turn that alligator into stew Do-si-do, listen to the band Alligator shoes look mighty grand Roll away to a half sashay If you're a gator, forget what I say Right and left grand, give a kick, Gator eyes fall on a dancing chick Swing your...

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Circle left, hang on tight Don't get caught in an alligator bite Allemande left, what you want to do Is turn that alligator into stew Do-si-do, listen to the band Alligator shoes look mighty grand Roll away to a half sashay If you're a gator, forget what I say...

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bibbity Slibbity Whibbity Sashay this is a record of pink unicorn day they are arriving from down by the bay giggling, snorting, doing all kinds of play I sense them as they rise out of new clay merriment and joy sliding into their fray bibbity Slibbity Whibbity Sashay they have assured me this day is no longer gray they will stay around Mess...

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Her hips leaves her loves, Kisses in the wind, As she sashays luminous, As a champagne moon, The vintage shore, Unwinds in the ultra neon lights, As bonfires hymn in the starry nights, Her vintage sashay, Inwardly lit, from the sweetness, that tenderly strides, Its as if she glides, Her beauty in the candles of our love Reynaldo Casison...

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Spring sashay this way Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting from the brooks water sprite, As the water babbles over pebbles so smooth like silk so sheer It's water effortlessly flows glistening as it's completely crystal clear Just Look at...

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Seahorses on see-saws prance, sashay and dance gliding majestically under the sea. No clip nor clop for this aquatic steed for no legs adorn its knight-in-armour body. Instead its fins keep these hippocampus poised as they gambol gently and frolic about. But of course it's a horse with...

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As the telling of the tale should go ~ lonely old ladies always have a cat but I don't consider myself an old crow so I'll ignore the tale ~ and that's that! My Bella was a little homeless kitty and I'd just left my home of four years. I was sad, angry, and filled with pity for myself and her so...

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Read the expression on my face. When I was born, they yelled: "First place!" I edit opinions... ((REPLACE)) .... Swallowed pride without saying grace. I'm the finish line, with no race....

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