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The lyrebird v.s. the African Grey Parrots
The shrinking Thymus


Centerstage they took time to perform. She had spoke to other before te eveing. She wished to dance, dine and dance.Plie', she aid even though I lack the skills of beautiful artistry. They all laughed. The gentlemen took seats asking for scotch before they were seated in

Categories: thigh, america, culture, french, music,
Form: Bio

Ode To Thigh High Boots Upon a Dancer

Thigh high boots,
Upon her golden,
Dancer legs,
How lovely,
To,
Adorn,
Such beauties,
To caress,
And kiss,
The shore,
Of,
Her heavenly,
Thighs,
Where nightingale hymns,
Drift,
To,
Sigh,

From what vistas,
Did she gather,
Your leathers,
Exotic honey,

Thigh high boots,
Upon,
a, 
lovely,
Dancer,
Depths of cabaret nights,
Horizons,
Of,
Sensuous hems,
You steady,
Her loveliness,
Her gallop,
And sway,
Elegant as candles,
Sweet as margarita evenings
Reynaldo Casison

Categories: thigh, beauty, nature, woman,
Form: Ode

Inner Thigh Thoughts

Slippers and cocoa
our masquerade is over
all fire in our eyes
all ire in our lies
embraceable us
irascible hush
our Love ascending
our Lust descending
with Heaves of trust
in never ending
realms of true thrust
abidings of 
everlasting lust, 
so help me you.

Categories: thigh, appreciation, history, how i
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Thigh High

The wife called the pest control guy
Who arrived with wide-open fly
So I had a hunch
He would stay for lunch
Whilst the wife decides, "rue or try"!

Categories: thigh, relationship,
Form: Limerick

Drumstick and Thigh

Young Tim goes to Zaire 
to write his dissertation
in African Studies.

While there he meets and 
marries a beautiful librarian 
darker than he is, flies her 

home to meet the family.
Tim's father asks his mother  
if she knew about Margot.

Mother says she didn’t 
but she’s not surprised. 
On Thanksgiving Day  

Tim likes the dark

Categories: thigh, race,
Form: Blank verse

High On Each Hillary Thigh

High On Each Hillary Thigh

Would Hillary Clinton name you appall?
How about calling her hoarding cholesterol
You would see she has hardening of each vein
And sight of her legs did drive you insane.

This is why Hillary pants suits does prefer
And what other idiot notion should I infer
There are those out there who often begs
To see if she

Categories: thigh, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet

Thigh Dreams

I am covering my thighs in baby powder, to ease the sore chapped skin

They are now red and raw after exercising, at an aim at being thin

my goal is to drop a few pounds, and maybe achieve a thigh gap

my thighs rub together with every step that i take, it gets worse with every lap

i

Categories: thigh, funny,
Form: Rhyme

Limerick: Once ***** Duke Insisted On Serf Thigh Rights

Limerick : Once ***** Duke insisted on Serf Thigh rights

Once ***** Duke insisted on Serf Thigh rights*
So bridegrooms replaced brides on first nights:
Droit de cuissage* then free
Duchess claimed repartee –
Since newly-weds rush to castle in tights!

•	In European feudal societies during the Middle Ages and thereafter 
in succeeding centuries, it is thought that
the Lord of the

Categories: thigh, rights,
Form: Limerick

Thigh Our Shoe

you
din't give me could trip
fall like a sip
spend and dip
no lip
STRING S OR LOOSE
THIGH YOUR SHOES
i

Categories: thigh, adventure, confusion, education,
Form: Light Verse

Thigh High Adult Nature

Thigh High
Is it ok?
To wrap myself
Around your self
To oblige our need
Of being

Is it's ok?
To ride on waves of passionate bliss
To wrap my thighs around your masculine hips
To share the skin and breaths
That we decide are ours to share

Is it all good?
That our primal beats crash the walled harmony for which we race
Pounding as the dead

Categories: thigh, passion, peace,
Form: Free verse

Thigh High

Thigh High
Is it ok?
To wrap myself
Around your self
To oblige our need
Of being

Is it's ok?
To ride on waves of passionate bliss
To wrap my thighs around your masculine hips
To share the skin and breaths
That we decide are ours to share

Is it all good?
That our primal beats crash the walled harmony for which we race
Pounding as the dead

Categories: thigh, fantasy,
Form: I do not know?