Tolled Poems - Poems about Tolled

'Every man is proud of what he does well; and no man is proud of what he does not do well. With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will do twice as much of it with less fatigue. The latter performs a little imperfectly, looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines...

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When Judy plays Doctor & Nurse She always quotes chapter and verse Then whacks off a tad (The Rabbi's her dad) And that's how young boys learn to curse...

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aka "The Missionary Position" per Jan Missionaries knocked on our door And saw the wife flat on the floor They said it was rude To lie in the nude But not in the clothes that they wore?...

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Cole hated rainy days. He looked out of his window. He watched the raindrops bounce off the ground. Through grey clouds, a beam of light touched his face. "Why are you hiding, Mr. Sun? Did you have a bad day today?" Mr. Sun frowned and hid his face. The clouds yelled at Cole. "Why do...

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James was his church’s bell ringer Some would listen and linger. To make the bell louder James became stouter. Now he’s known as a real humdinger....

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