Waddles Poems - Poems about Waddles

...It seemed to happen in a flash. Our movements were rash. Behind the breakfast bar With scraps of potato hash. Our webbed little feet Stuck in a muddy mash. Scores of us slip-slapping up the all......

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...In an alphabet book that my grandson once liked, One page unfamiliar to me Which, in turn, got my curiosity spiked, Was the animal listed for P. For a pangolin isn’t your average beast, But an......

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...Beaver, mole or platypus? It waddles like all three. I watch the creature scoot along, wild, weird and free. If she pauses along the way to leave some tiny eggs down I will call her Platte City Pl......

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...A flash of shiny blue silk waddles into view of the bamboo stalks a distinct crown and Egyptian painted eye; his beak is golden Male peacock, shows his glorious feathers, his symmetrical design go......

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...Ring, ring, ringing a bell And singing towards the sound of crystals. Too cold for a moonlight shine; Too hot for a feast’s flame; However just right it is, how softly It sits and waddles its pa......

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...Little Bit waddles and limps downstairs at the sound of my voice. Barks at the hyperactive English Springer with all the fervor of Boris, the Russian Wolfhound, of Disney’s Lady......

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...Toddlers' Exploration: Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts. Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach Soaring through tales of barny......

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...If it walks like a goose and talks like a goose it might be a goose. I was confused because my mother and her friends' talk is loose. My brother waddles like one, when he is in their habitat, it i......

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...I heard the wallpaper start peeling off the wall in the kitchen. Garth my pet giraffe must be still be ferociously itch’n. Penguin waddles up to give me his slanted report. I ask about the chipmun......

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...A drab forty something, mother of six snotty noses, tie dyed shirt two sizes too small. Nipples poking through the thin cloth. Fuzzy pink slippers and yoga pants, ass like the surface of the m......

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...I left my hands behind miles ago. My eyes drift 30 feet behind my body. My heart waddles over hot gravel. A Highway Dust Angel. My brain took an Uber. My soul Bought by a Buddhist back in Bilox......

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...Long luscious legs Better than eggs Not too greasy Legs over easy Short thin or fat What's better than that Some prefer lean Like legs of a Queen Smooth or quite hairy Those are quite sc......

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...For two weeks, at all hours, I watched FIFA games Familiarizing myself with all the players' names But I won't be viewing the World Cup anymore after the favored U. S. team was unable to score ......

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...she cannot get into clothes anymore prefers a blue mumu or sweat pants red meat eater from Iowa well-fed with carbohydrates rotund and Rubenesque waddles into rooms squat and stocky overweight......

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...What does he want? Pierre asks Jacques. A taste of wine? A bit of brie? A tiny croissant perhaps? Jacques guesses come as fast as abc. This phantom monster of New York opens up his teeth. The c......

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