Toe Poems - Poems about Toe

My toe is sore a real ow My toe is old, I don’t know how. I chopped it off, a silly mistake. Now it is worse, said Cousin Drake. He is aged and out of his mind His dementia is the very worst kind. The toe is lost, we cannot find. Uh-oh, on a chain and freshly shined....

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Toe shack Put another log On the near burnt out fire They tell me to charge more Then tell me they did the job for a song and a story I've heard before The Government is prohibiting the bites that is never chewed Useless you write your story Validation goes miscued Let us fight any way we can afford Don't think...

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How do you know what you know? You know by stubbing your toe Induction principle Back to the future go It’s epistemological Is it all empirical? Is it all observable? I’m asking how Atheist’s count With numbers being abstractable The induction rule Is a Christian tool By stubbing my toe Against the bedpost It comes into view By stubbing your toe Extrapolate, tow The past is not material In motion, or emotional It’s not...

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Here I lie in this cooler, this fridge where I would rather not be, but the truth of the matter is you’ve done it, you got the best of me I lasted as long as I could, and I put up a good fight, but I wasn’t strong enough to withstand the darkness and you were...

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Eenie Weenie Finey Toe, which one of the Christians has to go? The Romans were chanting loudly from the sixteenth row. Lion eyes the captured with his beady yellow eyes that glow. Eenie Weenie Finey Toe, he thinks as a growl starts way below. Does not matter, he gets to eat them all – the small and tall. There are...

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Keeping busy Tic-Tac-Toe Checking my lists Tic-Tac-Toe Cooking and cleaning Tic-Tac-Toe Trips to the lake Tic-Tac-Toe Let's take a walk Tic-Tac-Toe Rummaging and fumbling Tic-Tac-Toe Just keeping busy Tic-Tac-Toe Never still. Never rest Tic-Tac-Toe Time always heals Mother said Tic-Tac-Toe Memories Never Fade Tic-Tac-Toe...

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*This poem will make more sense to Americans who watched t.v. in the 1970’s TIC TAC TOE the board real tidy. today Tiger would hold together the family photo. how old the queuing. surely the Brady six hated tic tac toe - the anniversary cake blows the squares, it’s centerfold - Borgnine, Lynde and Rivers. family full of puzzling fun, riveting answers. Alice...

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To die old and weak Inside a cold steel box. Do they tag your toe on death row? It may be a moment though. The long reach of justice is slow. As You've taken souls. And threw away your own Skeleton man, you are, no parole. So make no mistake Time does not stop. For any of those. The reaper knows who, Grows short on...

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I'm sneaking around on my Jordans Tippy Toe ~ expected of being in the shadows I am covered in myself nestling I have left myself Tippy Toe ~ you can't see me because I'm light and in the darkness I'm surrounded with luminescence ~ I'm feathered between tomorrow fleshly covered I'm in the corner I'm in the depth,...

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I pirouette, a spinning-top poised repugnant, on precipitous, of vanity's stumbling tumble, to land humbled, defaced....

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The game was tick-tack-toe One person tried to put on a show But got caught in the game Then tried to re-claim And won ten games in a row...

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flamingo is testing a toe today we are racing to the water said cousin Ray I did not relish being down by the bay on the 4th of july, a truly busy tourist day come on! he urged me. we can frolic and play I did not want to go, yet, I did not want to stay which flamingo is it?...

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Some ascribe it to rhythm others to rhyme The lines have a feeling fingers and toes keep the time Whatever the case be it poem or song That hand-clapping, toe-tapping feeling tells you ~ 'I belong!'...

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That is one thing about rigor: It can Intact Man disfigure; Like a cell phone reconfigure The Stout left A Sorry Figure… You won’t yourself in public show; Not a new thing in you did grow; Slaving at a task “Your New Foe” Hours taking to turn a toe! It’s a big stab from stretched rigor: It leaves not the same one’s...

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Mrs. Barnaby Crow has lost her husband’s toe. She saved it from his coffin deep in the snow. Wore it as a key chain, it had a claw with a glow. Whoever has stolen it, is pretty downright low....

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