Tarts Poems - Poems about Tarts

Thy arms are opened to embrace you ...

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The Halloween queen puts cement in tarts A crafty way to bond with a man’s heart One tart is enough to stiffen one’s bits Witches have such extraordinary gifts. This witch is not of the usual sort Casting of spells is not par for the course She’s a thriller, cement is her filler The tarts she makes are her for sure...

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You have not had a pop tart until you have had a crackerjack pop tart. I had never heard of them, but I am game for everything. What is the difference? They do a high dive out of the toaster and land on your refrigerator. Do a mean tango, dancing so hard they put marks in your ice machine. I...

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Life’s not always peachy keen or cherries in a bowl Often, just the stems and fuzz are left to heal your soul Yes, perhaps a lemon tart ...

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Bridge requires a square table With a player on each side. Exchange your greenback dollars For slot machine quarters to provide. A basketball team that hoops it up well May make March Madness semis for a spell. Pro golfers hit the greens in two pairs Driving and putting to crowds gaping stares. Mom and pop and two wee tots All enjoying fresh pop tarts. Brilliant...

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Me mother used to make a mince-meat tart, Old country way, with loads of shredded meat! Can’t say, I liked it, till the second bite! And then, the taste caught you… there was an art To making tarts that waited to surprise They took three days of silent preparation, And all three days, full joy, anticipation, For when she baked, good cheer...

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POP TARTS AT DENNY’S the midnight shift counter truckers load padded stools facing pretty young waitress behind one’s back a pop tart dressed in halloween gown drunk with gusto she plops and out flies all her découtage the truckers didn’t enjoy the peep show in the night their eyes sipping coffee the boyfriend’s her pull up bra before she gets ogled by all only the waitress witnessed the horror...

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Liar Cracked Crushed Be- trayal ...

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As I lie here on my death bed Feeling the last beats of my heart My only regret is, I didn't close The lid on the apricot tarts Sounds like a kind of trivial thing But to some, it's a big faux pas Little things are very important To me, that's a major flaw In the overall scheme of things in life So they're...

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As I lie here on my death bed Feeling the last beats of my heart My only regret is, I didn't close The lid on the apricot tarts Sounds like a kind of trivial thing But to some, it's a big faux pas Little things are very important To me, that's a major flaw In the great, overall scheme of things So they're not...

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My mind was full of tangled curls and ruddy cheeks by firelight of velvet garments soon unfurled and crevices of pure delight all revealed afore mornings light. My hands were full of beard and brow the pang of drawing, throaty, bite and pon an outturned thigh I vow a tongue slowly roamed to excite each gift a joy we did invite. My arms were full...

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