Toed Poems - Poems about Toed

It's back to the wilds, for the unexplored Panama's island, Pygmy Three-Toed Sloths. Tree huggers, twenty hours daily, course, lots of trees. Four of a kind, their fifth, record as the smallest. Clocked slow, a leaf lasts one month in its tummies till its slow slop drops. They're six pounds and twenty inches, a pop. Furs algae-fied hide them. Swim can be...

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Tippy Toed Toad loved the rain more than anyone I ever knew. The only thing he would love better than one shower would be two. His spots raised up and did a jig with happiness before it was through. He liked it on his head, he liked it on his tongue and his tippy toes too....

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All along I thought Mo's new moniker Was “Pigeon Toed” from the “Feathered Chronicle” But I just realized “Tart” was more idealized Hope you'll forgive me my happy frolicker...

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when you said you were horny i didn't think meaning on your head so far i just thought perhaps centaur but a horse of course is not what you are beyond the feminine you are by far not one of them but then again kissing hair other then there and feeling static legs that equal mine even her pursuit seems stronger then flutes yet devinely vowing to allow her to have me moves to...

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Tall pine log line Big Jack's long axe Swung hard no guard Thick trunk housed skunk Tree creaked skunk freaked Skunk sprayed Jack paid Axe head blood red Jack's cost toes lost Tale goes two toes Jack's fame new name! Poetry contest: Your Footle Poem Sponsor: Judy Konos...

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When you stuck your paw out from that shelter cage, Did you have any idea whose sleeve you clawed? Did you see a heart you needed to engage? Was there a sense that I’d see you and applaud? Was it your intent other pets to upstage? How could you know I’d love a critter so flawed? Six toes on one paw,...

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Here's another poem that could be true So pay attention now here it goes This is a story about a crooked man Who had some very crooked toes Some people said it was bunions But that was just the way he was born Everytime he'd wear shoes or socks They'd always end up torn And it didn't matter how hard he tried He...

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I spent time, wasted and worthy, on others I regret too much to count or bare the witness stand I've fallen too many that hands no longer offer for help And now...I've found more than what i wanted Within my last gasp before plunging It was heard of my attempts at the rope Found was l by my love and beauty Her...

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