Short Glands Poems

Love as passion
  once the fashion

Exchanged for sex on demand
  secretion of glands...

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Time to tell tales grow horns on a midday light.
Crystal is my love for songs
made out of imaginary glands....

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Sweat down my back
Smelly glands. 
My energy gone
Cannot remember feeling comfortable
Des Moines in August...

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A robot flushed my glands today
Efficiently with no foreplay
So now I could work
As a soda jerk
But robots took my job away . . ....

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A lady with breasts rated TEN
Exposed them to my Uncle Ben
He stretched out both hands
To welcome her glands
And we haven't seen them since then …....

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A lad asked his dad for the score
And was told, "All ladies want more!
First you hold hands
Then mammary glands
As they grow rich and you grow poor!"...

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A Glandular Strangler We Should Deter

Greeted general area that is glandular,
When he started becoming a strangler;
Grotesque glands;
Spastic hands,
Who we should be sure to try to deter.

Jim Horn...

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Silence of niche in the wilderness
  scenery catches the eye glands
Underneath the sands is the richness
  of an oasis within the dried lands.
Beauty overshadowing an arid land,
  a living soil encapsulated in Thy hand....

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Do you think neanderthals learned to tongue kiss
It would explain the seven billion people on the premises
If they just held hands
And touched other glands
But apparently the tongue was a sex organ causing bliss...

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By Angeline Star

Eve came every night from the base
her green hair and pink shoes a disgrace
No one noticed her lack of mammory glands
and instead saw her round end and full lips
they just thought she liked  big man hands....

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Looking Forward to

I look forward to 
wringing my 
endocrine glands covering the 
top exterior of 
the kidneys; loving deeply, intensely, first respecting and 
approving the 
toilet brush; the 
new second Tuesday of 
the week. 
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    Ah! Fresh paint's aroma 
      when I open the can
    like a breeze o'er the meadow
      stirs my olfactory glands

    But then when I’m done
       the tired paint, coagulate
    What a sucker I was ~
       to fall for the bait
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It seems that no one understands
Monkeypox is not spread by glands
Just one little touch
Infects an whole bunch
Whatever you do, DON'T SHAKE HANDS!*

*Dr. Fauci says, "Sex is 
not necessary, skin-to-skin 
contact is!" so no more 
fistbumps!...

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marmalade ham  hocks roasting in a pan
smells of it wafting through the kitchen
landing in the living room
tantalizing me

salivating glands
eager appetite
anticipating hot buttered rolls
with greasy tops
and lavish baked potatoes with all the trimmings

Dinner’s ready!...

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An Ex-President goes thump
    No one jumps
  Current President falls
    America harrumphs

  Apathy abounds throughout the land...

  What moves people, what stimulates their glands
    Why, transgender rights, late-term abortion bans

  Trump and Biden kiss! ~ Jill does a headstand...

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A tear is a drop of the saline, watery fluid 
secreted by the lacrimal glands between the surface of the eye and the eyelid, 
serving to moisten and lubricate these eye parts,
but tears can also develop from a broken heart
or from joy or any of our many emotions.
If tears could be collected they'd fill all our great oceans....

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Thirty street urchins, faces dirty....
Thirty outstretched hands....
With thirty tin cups,
With thirty over-active glands,
Looking like thirty sad faced pups...
All thirty pounding at my door
All thirty begging, "Please, sir, more!"
That's what I get, as I hand out
Thirty dimes,
For reading David Copperfield
Thirty times!...

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The great be not proud
when greatness you enjoy
is of under-hand games
dark hours toll their bells

Wards are ready for custody
syringes and bandages wait
glands shall be dry of tears
none at all will emerge
for your noble chaotic order

That day clouds will riot
to carry you on the journey
across the great destiny seas...

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but don't
thats the place i live
best trip is when the best trip
and you are there to see it
how about this for rhyming
I didn't have a clue
Never knew
my sweat glands were filled with glue
guilt has turned his hue
see mommy she will know what to do
Newspaper reports too few
Harry flew
This is just personal
F**k you
Prince,,,...

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Directions;

Read the following short passage. Then choose your answer from the 
list below. Choose only one.

"She's an eyeful, a smiling mouthful and putty in my hands,

a) ___sorry, I used to have those glands"
b) ___she loves like a Heavy Metal band"
c) ___the fairest Maiden in all the land"
d) ___I drown in your timeless sensuous sands"...

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delightful delectable delicacy
warm cherry peach tart with raspberry tea
I am so glad I was invited to partake
uh-oh, lemon meringue pie and German chocolate cake
what kind of grandmother is this? I ask my ma.
The kind whose baking stole the heart of my sweet-loving pa.
Meringue on pie made my swallow glands salivate.
as a cook and a baker, my grandma truly is great....

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Z ulus and Shonas possess the lands
I ndependence placed it in their hands
M ugabe dictates his corrupt demands
B abies starve in the streets eating out of empty cans
A ids is rife amongst women and man reducing their life spans
B eautiful country reduced to desert sands
W eeping nation paying with every drop of sweat from their glands
E ternity it feels as they are slaves with new brands...

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My poem was about innocent hearts
    not purloined, perfumed farts
  'Twas about forever lingering kisses
     not everlasting, beer-induced pisses

  Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
    no excretions of gooses or ganders
  Lines conjuring up treasured memories
    nothing about S&M or pederasty

  'Course, publishers rejected it out of hand
    ~ nothing to stimulate readers' trash glands...

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Provoking thoughts
Satisfaction
For every action
Reaction

The thoughts of her man
Runs through her mind
Her inner pleasure
She craves to find

Bed back bare
Adventurous hands
Exploring her heaven
Inducing glands

The play of her 
In creative pant
Sensuous in solo
Reaching chant

She calls his name
In rhythmic writhe
Body so pert
Her Rose the prize



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Do you remember when you told me I had beautiful eyes?
Or was that just a line?
What about when you said you saw yourself in my eyes, do you remember?
Was my cornea not clear for you to view your world through?
Did I blink to much?  Was my shade of brown to dark?
Did my lacrimal glands not shed enough tears for you?
My pupils have dilated now that you've gone.
I've developed a cataract making it harder for me to see....

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