Saucy Poems - Poems about Saucy

Aristotle, doth he opine, That parrots grow saucy with wine. I can't help but think He drove it to drink, The source of its moral decline....

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We were learning to play bridge, and it was okay I guess. I always outbid everyone at the table including sister Tess. Mom and Dad took one each of us, “you get that twin.” We always took them down, rarely would we win. One day when the rest of them were away from the table Sassy joker jumped into my...

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We were learning to play bridge, and it was okay I guess. I always outbid everyone at the table including sister Tess. Mom and Dad took one each of us, “you get that twin.” We always took them down, rarely would we win. One day when the rest of them were away from the table Sassy joker jumped into my...

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Saucy Sally, sits solemnly on said sidewalk, Stifling sniffles, sees sympathetic staring, Some snidely shuffling slowly sideways, so She surreptitiously swallows her sadness. Studly Sam, strolling six shaggy sheepdogs, Soon seizes on saucy Sally’s situation, and Saunters steadily, still standing; swiftly, Suggests she stifle her sniveling sadness. Suddenly, she’s sharing six shaggy sheepdogs, Silently, Sam says, sweet saucy Sally stay. Written August 18, 2022 FIRST PLACE...

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Introducing my roommate Leong to my Saturday morning cartoon binge habit proved to be one of my BEST ideas EVER. She’s a very animated watcher, frequently laughing, gasping in horror and, in the end, delighted by these silly shows. It’s almost a case for convergent evolution, how two creatures, from opposite ends of culture and...

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The Halloween queen puts cement in tarts A crafty way to bond with a man’s heart One tart is enough to stiffen one’s bits Witches have such extraordinary gifts. This witch is not of the usual sort Casting of spells is not par for the course She’s a thriller, cement is her filler The tarts she makes are her for sure...

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Pat the Nonagenarian No one would guess Pat was over ninety She'd had pins and tucks, is trim and lively With implanted bust Inflated buttocks She drives men crazy, undeniably. That is till they get her into the sack Pat can't raise a smile as her face would crack Her buttocks and bust Pop when they are touched Sadly for Pat no man ever...

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Nell’s Bells Bren's often to be found around at Nell’s Who's bosoms dangle down like big church bells To peals of delight They go on all night Whilst their neighbours cannot sleep for Nell's Yells. 23rd May 2021...

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There was a damsel beautiful The fairest in the land, and she -- As saucy as a wench could be Her teeth shone white, her lips carefree... She gave out kisses two by two Red ruby lips and tongue at play One kiss for me, the next for you We twitterpated, you might say But then one day, a tragedy Affecting every man in...

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tactic theories tamed by moaning brain callous crescendoes' bait airy acumen craved felon feasts fostered hoity twin triggered rusty rules reeled raging rumple reek punctured politics' spree dark dances dribbled saucy syllables scribbled did curves cripple lanky lust birthed vying veil's verge. '20:03:21:11:01 Note: Dedicated to Plato....

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tactic theories tamed by moaning brain callous crescendoes' bait airy acumen craved felon feasts fostered hoity twin triggered rusty rules reeled raging rumple reek punctured politics' spree dark dances dribbled saucy syllables scribbled did curves cripple lanky lust birthed vying veil's verge. '20:03:21:11:01 Note: Dedicated to Plato....

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When we stirred the pot Mum pulled out the wooden spoon...

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Could one of you clowns Be so kind…Get me some hot sauce for my hash browns /center>...

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Springtime’s saucy sweet; makes me want egg rolls, fried rice with veggies, curlicue sprouts; with fried shrimp for dipp’in. Of course, with smiling fortune cookie! ...

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I know I do this every time I think of you I end up with a stiff little pickle and in a flipping mess Now I know you think it’s saucy and like to have a laugh But I’m the one with spicy piccalilli all over my flaming lap I relish the challenge in being a pickle in a...

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