Short Plushy Poems

Squashy 
Mushy
Plushy
Smooshy
pillow, thou you are my bosom friend
who stands by me in my down and hard...

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Oh dear, I just realized what I could do,
with the Hungry Caterpillar plushy, 
enveloped by paper, for my cute new
nephew. He’ll learn to spell his name by three....

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What kind of lust is this?
Firey daggers of romance
Two-pronged on the table

Your heart at significant crossroads
Fearing he still grips the pulse of dreams

Believe me, when I come full bodied
My stance is definite
Along your quicksand embryo

We've danced through armaggedon 
Reality and the pillows of thought
Plushy laid upon your sleeping grove

Watery graves in thrall beyond the ruminations of language
Music deftly played continues its vast beat
As you and I merge together...

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Blow down the snozzle
this windy wild world
is nowt but a hornswoggle.

Giddy are the blue birds
in head and heart,
blithered are the bush-beating
snit-shifters.

A good day to die and live again,
a day for tripping a bright bombastic.
A yet better day
for some nonsensical boggle
that wags words in a
beery muddle.

Fluffy are the puffy footloose
that skip well over a plushy clover,
great the laughter of children
that dance in the minding eye
of an everlasting God today....

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