Waistless Poems - Poems about Waistless

...All avenues are amphibious arenas Bubbles belch-burst, bitter Bacchanalian bombs Clouds' cast-iron crescendo creates cold cantankerous caricatures Drenched - darkness descending, daylight dying, d......Read the rest...

...My darling won’t have her fish fingers, She sullenly shuns her Big Mac, She says that she’d rather eat legumes (It’s some vegetarian crap). She says she don’t want to eat nuggets, Though I tel......Read the rest...