Tarty Poems - Poems about Tarty

...Lanccelot went thro' the lists ticking off heads, lost count of how many that he'd had in his beds, handing a garter to the queen was wrong gender, although he supposed that she could return to se......

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...She wandered into the smog and found a mansion all haunted and hearty. It was beleaguered by ghosts named Ted, Peggy, Janet and Marty. They were on fire with craziness, having a fabulous Halloween ......

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...A firkin of gherkins in brine Were found floating along the Rhine They, tossed from some party For being too tarty And spoiling the taste of the wine It's A Pickle Party Poetry Contest Sp......

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...My Aunty, Patricia, she travels the land, her bag of in-cases gripped firmly in hand. The contents of which are largely unknown; although just a few I've sometimes been shown: One small first aid......

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...The sixth of July, the postman passed by The stork brought little old me Come rain or come shine I’d want to know ‘why?’ And wrote my name when I was three I’d read and I’d write whatever the we......

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...a sweaty mugginess falls to the scent of showered skin our voices that cede to song sweet nectar clean, the heart of touch touch, that lathers compassion in t......

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...the woods deep and dark — a tartan cloth underneath the tarty couple 1/7/2019......

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...I'm flattered by Nina but need to take her to the cleaners, and splat her inbetweeners with fluid from wieners. Don't mock or beat down Bath when you're Bristolian, you were all conceived in a sea......

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...Let us have a swapping party I’m not placing any bets; This could be so eco-friendly Money saved and no regrets! We can try a bit of swishing Let us have a swapping party Unlike s......

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...Answerable to none He waltzed across the party floor A rosy cheek, a kiss Dainty lady or tarty whore Not one would he miss Divorce had come and gone As messy as it could be Wit......

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...Lost Soul We’ve gathered here to say goodbye to yet another boring guy, kept on yelling for attention till it gave him hypertension. Now in the box beneath the shroud he’s got the eye of all ......

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...Growing Up When I was eighteen or nineteen, I discovered beer Dance-restaurants and women generous with their wares I didn`t eat sweets anymore which was good for my teeth. Alas, beer made me ta......

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...What you sayin? We own it For the morning of the lord To the night Greatness Don’ start Tarty mart......

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...(for Wentworth Miller) … jewels of the jungle, gems and trinkets strewn across sacred, stained altars of the mind, desire whimpering and simmering like cats on a hot tin roof never meant to be ......

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...Setting sun Splash of burgundy paan-spit and the paterfamilias nodding off pink filial freeness silhouetted against a crimson feel- flare (or was it orange flair or even purple fair) sym......

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