Short Pussies Poems
Short Pussies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pussies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pussies by length and keyword.
The bully-the-pussies fat ass
Doesn't care for our middle class
"America First"
Means the wealthy are nursed
By the troll whose tower is brass
Dogs
Friendly, Dumb
Barking, Begging, Running
Canines, Best-friends, Felines, Pussies
Hissing, Prowling, Scratching
Independent, Cunning
Cats
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kiss me
shut me up
*ask Google; for photos uv "French
Pink Pussy Willow trees" ;)
I just love all the pussies that I meet,
Resting at my doors for me to say hi and greet,
Pussies pussies everywhere I roam and go,
Moving into my personal space and flow.
Do you love the pussies that come your way?
Do they make you feel good every single day?
His tuxedo suit was extraordinarily fine
A tom by nature, he could not stay in line
Female pussies went wild over him
Which amused us cousins, for he was our uncle Jim
Why do they like you as much as nip?
He laughed and said maybe it is because I flip?
So saying he gave a couple of jumps on the trampoline
Landing with the best execution we had ever seen.
Two cups of coffee
One eye open but I am not sure if I have my pajamas off yet
I do not even care.
I doubt I am awake enough to put deodorant on in the right spots.
My husband begins to walk into the kitchen
I growl a warning growl.
He backs off.
My mean side is laughing and doing a little jig.
My breath nearly knocks me down
Mornings are not for pussies.
Am I not gangsta enough?
I can tote a gun
And pass the smokey barrel to friends
Am I not ride or die?
But walking suits me just fine
Flags and community aren't my thing
I'd rather slit your throat metaphorically
To watch you leak shame
Recruitment is for pussies
But my incentatives on souls is the worlds
Oldest yet newest proffession
Just discovered...who might be
A killer with warm blood
Form:
Some cut gently.
Barely making a line
Up the inside of their arm
Admiring the tiny red droplets
That form along the line
They are pussies.
I want to cut off a finger
Or gouge my face
With a screw driver.
It’s a face I hate.
My father’s face.
He is a pussy.
Some say they hate themselves.
I hate them
They do not even know
What hate is.
I sharpen my knife.
And go get my screw driver.
She is the most demanding cat who ever shared my home.
She stares at me so balefully till I do what she wants,
And yet I love her more than any other cat I’ve owned.
She tramples on my feelings as she tramples on my plants
Then stalks away with nothing more than a disdainful glance.
Some people say of pussies, that you can’t tell them apart …
I treat all mine as equals … but Pandora has my heart ...
My fingers are crying, begging me to stop.
Writer’s cramp! They scream, feeling crippled.
Don’t be such pussies! I say to them.
As nice to my body as I have ever been.
As forgiving to myself as I can be, which is non-forgiving,
I push them on, refusing to let them have a break.
It’s what I do. It’s my way. My fingers feel tingly, but they go on.
Knowing it is what they have to live with if they want to live.
There once were two tomcats
Who wore tiny top hats.
They sat on a fence each night
And sang catcalls by moonlight
Until they saw two pussycats.
They each made a polite bow
Tipped their hats and said, "Meow!"
"You pussies are out late."
"Would y'all like a hot date?"
"Meow yes," they replied, "and here they come now."
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: April 28, 2017
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