Short Freaking Poems
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Freaking out,
rolling back is rough and sweaty.
everyone knows it!
all has tried,
KitKat isn't for legends any longer!
The freaking lizard
On the fading wall I saw
Reminds me on him.
eating tacos by the bay
I didn't have much to say
a mosquito stung
he thought I was Fung
so I yelled, no freaking way! !
I don't want anything
It's always some f s
I am tired
And I don't care
F this
You can shove it
I am freaking done
F bs
F h
Whatever
Can go to h
Snow, snow, freaking damn snow
When will it end, sure nobody knows
A pretty mild winter
Now hear me whimper
Enough already, had it up to my nose
Our Aunt Ada was so freaking old.
But she still craved great sex, we are told.
To a sex shop she went.
Her last dollars she spent
on the best lubricant that they sold.
This freaking world is totally deranged
Standards are low, we're becoming drained
What has happened
Life has saddened
Worst it's been since sanity reigned>center>
I just said in response: too freaking bad, that is so sad.
All the more reason to find ways to once again be glad.
Now I find myself being one who for once is driving him mad.
Oh dear dear Mr. Sun, where have you gone
The giver of life that returns every dawn
Providing warmth
Outperforms
Every celestial body, but freaking hot thereon
Almost finished this 40 page magazine
Some days I feel like a freaking machine
But enjoy it I do
Keeps me outta pooh
I just walk the streets in this heavenly scene
Standing in front of my closet right now
Wondering what I should wear, my assets to wow
Some manly attire
That girlies admire
Y'all know how I'm so sexually endowed
Standing in front of my closet right now
Wondering what I should wear, my assets to wow
Some manly attire
That girlies admire
Y'all know how I'm so sexually endowed
Another freaking cold Canadian day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
To her I cannot lie,
because shes every tear I've ever cried.
No matter how hard I try,
these feelings i cannot hide,
sick of this freaking ride,
And this is why,
I stay so confined...
Form:
SCREW THIS LIFE
All I ask is why
And you never freaking reply
All you do is lie
As I freaking cry
So I’m done wit
This crap I’m
Going to DIE
This is my last
Mother freaking goodbye
Form:
Is spring ever freaking well going to arrive
Bloody hell, it's long overdue, sakes alive
Done nothing wrong
Wear clean sarongs
Well sometimes I neglect to powder my thighs
Should have known winter ain't done yet
What was I thinking we mustn't forget
There's still three more weeks
Till the end of this streak
My big old beano is freakishly upset
Something's more intense than falling in love
It's finding a toilet in a dirty big rush
Like freaking panic
Become totally manic
You let go, PANIC AGAIN as the washroom floods
Another freaking cold Canadian winter's day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
Another freaking cold Canadian winter's day
BUT that glorious warm sun makes it almost okay
Temps are frigid
Reminds me of Brigitte
But that's another part of my private dossier
The freaking cold weather is here again
Fillies want to snuggle for a piece of me they yen
Have to spread me thin
Double my double chin
Fillies by the hundreds crowd into my den!
Horton smelled a Who, what about Hortense
Did she have that special female 'sixth sense'
It seems she was lacking
But not 'cos of hacking
'Hortense! Stop burning that freaking incense!'
Onward and upward as they say... who said that
Some silly old man wearing a freaking clown hat
Well perhaps he was right
Look on the side bright
A fortune will follow if you avoid the clap!
I hate when I cry when I get frustrated,
because others think I'm hurting and that's not at all true.
The truth is I'm losing patience, getting more agitated,
and doing my very best not to freaking kill you.
Our first freaking snowfall though light in nature
An omen of what's coming, surely much much greater
Yuksie I say to that
What kind of habitat
Are we nuts, have we lost control of our taters