Short Liposuction Poems

A whistler went outside to play;
He got a bit carried away.
While playing his whistle,
He fell in some thistle;
I heard that thing three miles away!

A young whistle maker's gone daft!
Seems he lost it while honing his craft.
He upset his chances
For further romances
When he drilled the note holes in the shaft.

A buxom young whistler, all that,
Found her whistle impeded by fat.
She had liposuction
And an ample reduction,
But now she's a little bit flat....

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I am a steampunk mind whirling against the face of new
Colorful in all directions, I like what is happening inside
I live my truth, my dendrites dancing in happy rhythm
Others complain they are stagnant, I live not to be

My pouty lips are natural, no liposuction or faux injections
There is blue green in my eyes with flecks of gold interest
I am an erudite, talented, eager, enthusiastic, and joyfull me
Stand back if you do not understand, for I am ready for lift off...

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