Short Chinny Poems

by the hair of my chinny chin chin
I wonder some days whose body I’m in
personality a secret, some days you see
from not only you, but also to me...

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Dame van Dyke now reclines and relaxes,
while her lady-in-waiting re-waxes
      bristled shadowy skin
      of her chinny-chin-chin...
the vexation of vain battle-axes....

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Feelings can mislead
To do a stupid deed!

Go to bathroom again and again?
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!

Is it a symptom - Then be brave!
I'm the only one I can save!...

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There once was a nanny,* lived in New Guinea
She's spot her billy, O would she whinny
   She'd kick up her feet
   And then she would bleat
She'd curl the hair on his chin-chin-chinny


*A nanny is a female goat...

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Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Spacklefudge grinny
Sloppin’ down my chinny
In it to winny!

Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Butternut cream
Smeary goo team
Gurgly dream

Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Spittin’ out sass
Unburdened by class
Dirty hall pass

Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Twisted face covered
Misty-place lover
Never recovered

More chocky please...

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     ya heard 'bout
     the hair on hiz "chinny chin chin"

         'turnz out
     that wolf luuuvz' 
     all thuh hairz on
        hiz chinny
        chin chin'd 
              tuh
         thuh hairz 
           
               lo

              b b 
           'twixt'd
               hiz
           asterisks
...

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i'll never fear your 
pelvic beard it's 
as natural as
the hair 
on my 
chinny 
chin 
chin

so i'll huff
and i'll puff
but i'm not
much of
a gruff
wolf
that
would

blow your 
house down
so Norma Jeane
stand over a subway
grate don't hesitate to
let its hot air run up your
legs and puff your dress up
to a parachute so i can fly away...

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If a zebra came calling, would I let him in?
Bet I would by rule of the chinny chin chin
Where would he sleep? Would he need a feathered bed?
He might not be choosy, my inner thoughts said.

Would this zebra have a name or would I have to name him too?
Would he try to eat my sock, dungarees, overalls and left shoe?
Why do I concern myself about oddities like this?
Would he be a mister, a Mrs. or a sassy Miss?...

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