Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
body, humorous,
A nubile young vicar named Jude
Was seen swimming, totally nude
The bishop said WOW
Just look at you now
Your assets - they need to be viewed!
Fiction write!
07-05-17
Invited him home for a drink
A toast as their glasses did clink
Robes down on the floor
Performing a chore...
How far will this story now sink.
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
The vicar bent over to pray
The bishop could not look away
So for his protection
Took up a collection
A robe now conceals his display
WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN
I think this story about being nude will sink low
I will tell on those guys, all I know
Those two men are not holy
The bishop's roly-poly
And the vicar used to be in a nude girly show
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
The bishop was feeling romantic
The vicar thought the man pedantic
When the vicar turned around
To give the bishop a frown
The bishop gasped, "Lord, you're gigantic!"
WRITTEN DALE GREGORY COZART
Said Jude, will we both go to hell-
Said bishop, you never can tell
But please will you turn
I've got carpet burn
And my knees are beginning to swell
WRITTEN BY GARY SMITH
As the bishop continued to stare
He thought such a body's not fair
To see the nude vicar
was hard on his ticker
and soon he had to change underwear
WRITTEN BY ROGER ADAMS
Mother Teresa told me so
In the heaven we’ll dance too slow
If you want to come
Bring us some Rum
Otherwise you may stop and go
WRITTEN BY PASHANG SALEHI
btw..What would the Pontiff say?
Would there be hell to pay?
Or would the Pope
just drop the soap
and hope he'd be invited to play
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
When suddenly a knock at the door
they decided they'd rather ignore
in walked the pope,
joined in the group grope
next day they were all saddle sore
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
The pope thought it not at all freakly
when asking the other men meekly
that if they were game
and would do the same
they could set up appointments weekly
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Jude's assets developed so well
As the bishop could obviously tell
But you might be surprised
How it grew to that size
Well, he used it to ring the church bell
WRITTEN BY RAY GRIDLEY
07-06-17
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Poem Details | by
Kristin Carter |
Categories:
imagination, life, nature, places,
The arms of the willow started to sway
and this curious glow rippled my way.
While flirting with my feet,
nature played a song so sweet.
The lake our dance floor 'til the sun's first ray.
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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
funny, dance, fire, dance,
My favorite cousin named Marge
is almost as big as a barge.
So one would assume,
not knowing the groom,
the guy would most likely be large.
But he was a small man named Tim
“As thin as a broom” describes him.
While Marge would guffaw,
Tim would watch her with awe
and just smile for he was so prim!
When the preacher addressed him and said,
“You may now kiss the bride,” Tim turned red,
for their lips could not meet.
With high heels on her feet,
Marge stood towering over his head.
She leaned down while Tim stood on his toes,
but for being in such a strange pose,
Marge then came toppling down
crushing Tim neath her gown
while the whole church erupted in “Ohhhhh’s.”
All was well, and thereafter, we ate;
then we planned next to dance until late.
But none could foresee
the small tragedy
that had us all leaving by eight!
Marge had tossed off her heels for a glide
on the dance floor, but when they both tried
to dance, Tim got snagged
by that dang gown and dragged
as his bride was beginning to slide.
Now shoeless, poor Marge could not stop.
Toward a table with candles on top,
they slid, and the groom
then set fire to the room
by landing with a belly flop.
Poor Tim by the candles got lit,
and we were all having a fit,
for the fire got spread fast
till the Best Man at last
got us all wet extinguishing it!
Inspired by the title of the movie: My Big Fat Greek Wedding
& : Joann Grisetti's "My Cousin's Wedding" Poetry contest
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Poem Details | by
KP Nunez |
Categories:
happy, life, uplifting, wisdom,
I choose to be happy each day
no matter what blocks the sun's rays.
I'll still jump, catch the train,
do sun dance in the rain;
and then gather today fresh flowers bouquet.
I choose to be glad and be grateful,
to count all my blessings, be cheerful.
I may go up then under,
but keep on and I ponder;
it feels good to do things and be joyful
I choose to be a smile in the night,
a spark in the dark that burns bright;
to someone who’s down,
a laughter and clown,
moreover a channel of joy and delight.
11 September 2015
For Casarah's Get Happy 101 Contest
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Poem Details | by
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories:
love,
Linda the queen of Winda is in the swing of moods
She keeps the little dove on swing, on her eggs she broods
Little dove gives her a letter
God has written “you’re go-getter"
And soon you'll be better “the dove's eggs are your dudes"
The weeny dove goes to the queen with the full of beans
Eggs are brattling love is crackling and the dance begins
Dovelets jump to the queen's lap
Sweet queen Linda, you’re not in trap"
"Snow is melting; God is pelting love at your sheens"
Queen of Winda, sweetest Linda sits on a satin
In the light of candle her tresses glisten in preen
Dovelets dance around Linda
And Maramba and Bellinda
With a kinda smell of river Linda goes to teen
Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
03rd December,2014
AFFIRMATION
WE ARE PRAYING FOR LINDA.ALL ARE PRAYING FOR LINDA.PRAYER HAS CONCENTRATED POWERTHE PRAYER WILL MAKE LINDA OKAY.WE ALL LOVE LINDA LINDA IS LOVEMAY GOD GIVE HER INNER PEACESANTIH SANTIH SANTIH
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Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
body, dance, humorous,
An acrobat whose name is Dale
Went pole dancing with his wife Gail
When he did the starfish
He looked such a dish
But suddenly Gail's face turned pale
As he performed his sexy pole dance
He'd got no undies under his pants
Poor Dale was distraught
When his todger got caught
It cut short a night of romance
13th July 2017
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Poem Details | by
Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
humorous,
Susie's pet name was Wanda-zilla
and hailed from jungles near Manila.
Her poetry was swill
so to pay all her bills
she did strip shows for native gorillas.
She went to merry old U.K.
To make more money stripping all day.
When folks voted for Brexit
they meant Susie must exit
to get rid of the smell right away.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Susie looked like an ugly gorilla
A cousin of that monster Godzilla
With flaccid pink lips
And wobbly fat hips
She appeared on the video ‘Thriller’
The director who chose her that day
Said Don’t put on your make up today” …
With no mask on your face
You won’t look out of place
And your dance moves will blow folks away”
Susie then thought she’d found the answer
She’d work as a naked pole dancer
But not one man would pay
They said please go away …
Put your clothes back on you fat chancer!
BY JAN ALLISON
Wanda-zilla is a great name for ugly, Susie
Always batting her eyes like a low-life floozy
Painted lips on a gorilla
Looking like Phyllis Diller
As a pole dancer she must've been a doozy
BY LIN LANE
Godzilla saw her and stole her away
I think he wanted to toy with her play
but she put up a fight
all through the night
and insisted that she had to stay
BY MYSTIC ROSE
She seductively ate a banana with zeal
But that day it just got too real
In her ugly mouth
It all went south
Her and a banana without appeal!
BY ROGERPAT ADAMS
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Poem Details | by
Caryl Muzzey |
Categories:
cat, tree,
I once had a gray cat that could clog
and was better than any old dog.
His feet work was fast
but stardom didn’t last
when he fell for this stunning tree frog.
My gray cat and tree frog was to wed
on night he was to dance for our bread.
He got very sick
when frog he did lick
was quiet toxic, now gray cat is dead.
When gray cat finally reached cloud nine
told gate keeper he was feeling fine.
Though he looked quite green
he captured the scene
when he clogged to the front of the line.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl SMuzzey
Nineth Place Winner ~ "Any Funny Poem” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Destroyer Poet
Aug14, 2011
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Poem Details | by
Sean Kelly |
Categories:
funny
The Soup kitchen's queue are in line
The economy , banjaxed and dyin'
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who can spare a dime " ?.
I called up my banker , by chance
With an invite to the " Poor Peoples " dance
He came dressed in rags
With two plastic bags
And the ass missing , from his old pants
No Ferraris or Mercs to be seen
For between us , we hadn't a bean
The soup it was cold
And the bread , it had mould
And Seamus the Chef , was a " Queen "
The dessert trolly started to shake
Baked Alaskas were fried like a steak
Amid all the wailin'
In strolled Sarah Palin
" Vote me in and I'll give you a break "
I awoke in a lather of sweat
At the characters I had just met
With a sad sorry weep
I went straight to sleep.
"Snore it off , Seán , that's as good as 'twill get
Perspired by Carolyn's , Limerick contest...
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Poem Details | by
Katherine Stella |
Categories:
adventure, childhood, dedication, fantasy,
< dancing to the hit song monster mash
frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
took the witches culdeen
and boiled up mummys spleen
Quasimodo joined in on the bash
witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
illuminates party from it's start
Dracula and zombies
lurking for free bodies
poor old frankie's wife just fell apart
the bewitching dance came to its end
when bats flew in frenzy around den
on this all hallows eve
trickery was up sleeve
sent my 3 black cats in to defend
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Poem Details | by
KP Nunez |
Categories:
child, children, emotions, happiness,
H is for Happy, a tickled pink smiley
A jam on a pancake, made of strawberry
to start-up a day
when you can just play
dress like a princess, and mom is the fairy.
H is for Happy, a birthday wish for you,
to feel in your heart, though everything is new
to laugh and then giggle
to dance and then jiggle
run, skip and wiggle like that day at the zoo.
22 September 2015
E is for Emotion Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
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Poem Details | by
Shane Cooper |
Categories:
friendship,
A NIGHT OF FUN WAS WHAT WE ENJOYED
SANS YOUNG TRACY AND THE JOVIAL BOY
THE BAND WAS ROCKING
WE WERE NOT STOPPING
TO REMINISCE AND DANCE OH WHAT A JOY!
Written 01/03/2015
After a wonderful reunion with friends missed for thirty years
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Poem Details | by
Duke Beaufort |
Categories:
funny, marriage, men, psychological,
Before the "I do" she must choose
A man that does well in dance shoes
His psyche gives a clue
When employing step two
Ply him to the limit with booze
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Poem Details | by
Sandra Haight |
Categories:
humor, spring, weather, winter,
Ground Hog Day
We know every year comes the day
We see if our Winter will stay…
The Ground Hog will show
By shadow we’ll know
If we can put snow gear away.
If he sees his shadow at all
Then Winter will stay here on call…
No shadow means great!
Spring’s right at the gate!
Let’s dance and go have us a ball!
However I heard from good source
Phil Ground Hog will have no remorse…
He will not come out
You better not pout
If Springtime goes far off its course!
© Sandra MHaight 2014
All Rights Reserved
~NA~
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 02/02/2015
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Poem Details | by
Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories:
dance, feelings, happy, life,
Rock and roll that's my play
Who wants to stay and sway
Don't care if you're footloose
Any music we'll dance and choose
Smiles; grooving fun that we'll display
1:38 AM
02/24/2014
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Poem Details | by
Rick Parise |
Categories:
imagination, nature, seasons
~
Paper Snowflake
~
Upon the rock of summer that teem
with scissors I forge a winter dream
with paper of white
and visions of flight
each snowflake dance with sunlight gleam
~
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Poem Details | by
Anna Archichek |
Categories:
humor, internet,
Eight Cats and a Cucumber
In Facebook Land it is kinky, sexy, cheeky and hot
To send photographs to men whose wife you are not
Lay it all bare and let it all hang out
To insert cucumbers and pout
To show everyone what a ‘fun life’ that you’ve got
Without showing your real world which is anything but hot
Create a persona which makes the feckless gasp ‘Wow!’
As they, like you, don’t want to live in the here and now
So they rely on you to lead them on a merry dance
Even the Pied Piper of Hamelin is in a trance
But what of the wife?
Does she have a chance?
The best chance she’s got is to let them see first hand
The cat sh*t, the curry stains and the mess about the house
The opened Tramadol boxes, empty wine bottles and overflowing ashtrays
Which are somehow out of shot when the camera is having its way
And close up, the remains of your youth
Which has clearly seen better days
Because the reality is, my dear, you are 36
Which won’t improve with each private message
That you are unemployed, alone, single and blue
That’s what the prescription medication is for
So that you don’t have to look at you
To face the reality that not anyone of these men actually wants YOU
And without the wonderful caring tax payers
Who through benefits have paid your way (and your internet connection pay day) for far too long
You would be out on your ear, in fear, bar none
And all your eight cats would be gone
So massage that persona and pretended to be someone you are clearly not
As it might be the best chance you’ve got, to ever delude yourself that you’re someone that’s worth a jot
Because wife material you clearly are not,
And the sorry tale is that’s all you really want to be
But when they get there, look and see
The sight is enough to make them flee
So stay in Facebook Land where you are kinky, sexy, cheeky and hot
Because in reality that’s everything you’re not
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Poem Details | by
Kim Robin Edwards |
Categories:
happy, places, song,
We'll dance across the floor.
We'll dance across the sky.
I'll never wonder why?
We dance across the sky.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
The sun will shine.
In Anaheim..
Then we'll take the car.
We'll drive across the town.
We'll drive our car.
Until the sun goes down.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
A real good time.
In Anaheim.
Now the stars are out.
We'll see the milky way.
The moon shines bright.
Every single day.
Because in Anaheim.
We'll have a real good time.
What's on my mind.
Is a real good time.
In Anaheim..
Anaheim Song Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2006,2014..All Rights Reserved.
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Poem Details | by
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories:
adventure, dance, places,
no doudt get out
stop beening along
go to rome
fine where you belong
go dance prance
go to the beach run
lay in the sun
HAVE SOME FUN
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
dream,
Got up at 3:00 AM, sure had enough sleep
Coffee at 10:00, made me ready to dance and leap
Thought I might as well rise
Stead of giving it a try
Got up to ten thousand, counting all those damn sheep!
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Poem Details | by
Deb Wilson |
Categories:
animals, history
They thought in a dance they'd engage
As they lumbered about in a rage
These two with their scales
Thrashed about with their tails
Shook the ground in this pre-human age
They be-bopped with all of their might
These beasts that were really a sight
Not known for their grace
These giants saved face
By causing each other dire fright
So into the night they would dance
A sort of behemoth romance
They made history
An unsolved mystery
And quite a bizarre circumstance!
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Poem Details | by
JEAN MURRAY |
Categories:
boyfriend, bridal shower, farm,
At a local dance I got a wink.
From a farmer who really did stink.
Two hundred acres he had.
Lucky for him, the cad.
I'll probably marry him I think.
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Poem Details | by
Michael J. Falotico |
Categories:
love
The sand is our playground to run..
The ocean brings waves to meet the sun.
The sky of stars gleam.
Now a stage of dreams.
For our love here has begun.
Your face outlined like a water painting.
My hands trace your heart, oh so granting.
Our eyes connect as one.
Bodies dance on sands undone.
We fall as we are swept away , never fainting.
"LoveLand Limerick" contest jp76969 photo
By Michael JFalotico
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
humorous,
Hey all you nice people, got a fantastic idea
Let's party, we could load up on beer and pizza
Maybe dance in the moonlight
While trying to remain upright
In spite of downing six bottles of tequila
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Poem Details | by
James Andersen |
Categories:
fun,
Samuel Pew was a dancing fool
Until he got kicked by a mule
He was never too bright
Now his brain ain't right
But he can still dance the old soft shoe
Jimmy Dechert was a History teacher
His mother wanted him to be a preacher
But he liked to cuss
And he made a Fuss
Now a frown is his prominent feature
Tattle Teeter fell and hurt his peter
Tattling on his friends at the theater
He tripped on a pail
And straddled a rail
Now his voice is a little bit sweeter.
Old Rex never thought about sex
except when he saw his ex
He was a poor soul
And she was a troll
Every month now he sends her a check
Billy Lando wanted to play piano
But about music he didn't know
His wife called him a puts
And kicked him in the nuts
Now all he can sing is soprano
Stanly Fenny was roasting a weenie
When he saw her in a bikini
He asked "what do you do"
She said "how about you"
And he ran away awfully speedy
A man and a dog were chasing a hog
Around a red barn, they did go.
I watched with hystare
As the dog chased a hare
And the hog ran away with a goat.
Amos Buck didn't have any luck
when he tried to get a meal
He wanted a dish of delicious fish
but had no money to make a deal
So he took a seat down by the creek
with some worms and a rod and reel
He baited his hook and put it in the brook
Then thought he would rather have veal.
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Poem Details | by
Suzette Richards |
Categories:
dance, humor, humorous, sensual,
It’s Saturday Night Fever, “Staying Alive”
Do not dare do the jive near beehive
His white trousers so tight
Nothing can see the light
My natural drive giving a ‘high five’
Who remembers this movie and the dance moves? And that hair on Trevolta! Close to the beehive hairdos that the women sported a few decades ago....lol
Inspired by Karen Anglesey's "Jive in a Beehive"...
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Poem Details | by
Emma Buckeridge |
Categories:
inspirational, lifewords, me, inspirational,
I see life in a creative way
I let the ink and paper have their say
The lyrical words dance and glide
Forming round me, go with the ride
So join me as I sway.
I need to express through words I write
Life's an inspirational delight
Many sights to make me smile,
And make me frown, come stay a while.
See through my eyes so bright.
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Poem Details | by
robert johnson |
Categories:
bangla,
Feral Carol was a dance hall girl.
Up on a barrel, she'd swing and swirl.
She never disappointed.
Her pelvis was disjointed.
And they love it when her tassels twirl.
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Poem Details | by
Martin Kloess |
Categories:
dance, funny, girlfriend, humor,
This Pole Dancer she was with me
All other men must pay her fee
Still I must confess
My family’s stress
But Polish dance lessons aren’t free
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Poem Details | by
Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
halloween, humorous,
When Frankenstein’s bride was created
The monster was surely elated
He asked her to dance
As he sought romance
To screams his poor ego deflated
Count Dracula surveyed the dance floor
He sought a mate sporting great pallor
“Morticia” stood out
He gave her a shout
But she brushed him off for the Centaur
Incredible Hulk had more luck though
A jolly green lady crooned, “Tango!”
Her gigantic Dad
Seemed perfectly glad
As he tossed green beans at the floor show
The evening sped by and all mated
No monster was sad or frustrated
The underworld king
Let his decree ring:
“May music play on unabated"
October 20, 2016
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Poem Details | by
Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
daughter,
A pretty colleen from Kilrea,
Went dancing on StPatrick's Day.
Not asking permission
Was grievous omission.
Dad broke the dance up straight away.
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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
dance,
Jan Can Can
The dance show of sultry young Jan
was given a national ban.
It was found in her dance
she wore no underpants
performing high kicks with *can-can!
Written Oct13, 2016 for Jan's contest!
*Pronunciation is of course American style!
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Poem Details | by
Charles Henderson |
Categories:
teen
When I was, the age of twenty.
My dancing was admired plenty.
Only one dance shoe,
worked magic for you
Brown loafers with shiny penny
© Feb 2011 for SKats "Favorite shoe"Contest
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Poem Details | by
Warner Baxter |
Categories:
body, dance, funny, girl,
DOWNTOWN WHERE GIRLS DANCE ON POLES
FOR A PRICE THEY’LL BARE THEIR SOULS
THEY’LL SIT ON YOUR LAP
YOU’LL GO FAP FAP FAP
UNTIL YOU LOOSE YOUR CONTROL
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Poem Details | by
Charles Henderson |
Categories:
funnydance, dance, men,
Some men dance hoping for a romance
Some men dance keeping fit of their pants
but the dance most obscene
is the dance made to glean
from your clothes a mad horde of fire ants
For John and Carolyn's Bug contest
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Poem Details | by
Mark Riedel |
Categories:
funny, people, song-lyric,
there once was a Lady from France
who never would put on any pants
she would ride all around
the square of the town
and watch all the stupid men dance !!!
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Poem Details | by
Broken Wings |
Categories:
funny,
There once was a girl who got off the couch,
she joined a dance class cause she was no slouch;
But- when others went this way,
her feet were just stuck in clay;
Spinning and grinning- she hit a wall - ouch !
________________________________
March 22, 2016
Limerick
For the contest, Lets Have Some Fun,
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Second Place
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Poem Details | by
Jessica Arteaga |
Categories:
funny, people
Now ladies and gents, let's bring no offense
to the lads that wear tightly clad drabs
They liked the film Kinky Boots
And have watched The Full Monty
So now they dance naked and/or dress drag!
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Poem Details | by
john williams |
Categories:
funny,
A young potato put his jacket on,
Going out for some dance and song,
All the girls hearts skipped a beat
Upon seeing Spud and his dancing feet,
He got mashed when he danced too long
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Poem Details | by
Larry Belt |
Categories:
funny
I first learned to dance when I was four
But my kids won't let me do it no more
They say I look like a perv
The way I wiggle a swerve
They say I even embarrass the floor
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Poem Details | by
Adell Foster |
Categories:
art, daughter, education, family,
MsPotter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
MsPotter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot
Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young tooIf the power of dance is ones
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise One
Love
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Poem Details | by
john williams |
Categories:
humorous,
Bordeaux Ben looking for a friend
Went to a singles dance once again,
He met a girl with curly blonde locks,
The way she moved rocked his socks,
Looks like Ben may be in love again.
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Poem Details | by
Quentin Ehlinger |
Categories:
dedication,
There once was a girl named Carolyn
Who didn't look much like Marilyn
But she would dance away
In a classical ballet
So that plenty of hearts did she win
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Poem Details | by
T Wignesan |
Categories:
dance, humor,
Limerick : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 12
Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Entered a dance contest in Bahia
Others danced the salsa
Rita dirty samba
Since Sevilla sells the new dance : Salsamba !*
• « Sal » in French means « dirty ».
© TWignesan – Paris, 2013
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Poem Details | by
steven hanlon |
Categories:
humor,
there once was a man from afar
who stood and held forth at the bar
but the tort he invoked was no more than a joke
in defence of the hot pink galah
now the judge who was wearing a wig
when he heard this did dance him a jig
for a poor constitution conveyed no solution
in the case of the flight of the pig
so the case was referred to the crown
who replied with a quizzical frown
how dare this galah make a pig fly so far
i refer to the case of the clown
but the clown at the back of the court
said surely there's more of import
than pigs and galahs who can fly through the bars
when the judge is so easily bought
galah: 1-gregarious australian pink and grey parrot notable for its often comical behaviour
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Poem Details | by
Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories:
funny
I got to tell you about this dig
It made me dance the jig
I did it by night
With no one in sight
Out of my nose it was bloody big
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Poem Details | by
James Fraser |
Categories:
life, sadthanks, thanks,
It was Christmas way back in eighty two
Head in hands not knowing what to do
All I see is a door
Never been here before
Do I take the next step and walk through
As I sit here and trawl through my life
From five years old, full of strife
The light I see clear
Could my end be so near
Past images begin to run rife
Suddenly, a hand on my shoulder
Words of wisdom being told as we solder
Tell me James of your past
Sharing burdens, be them cast
You have many reasons to grow older
Just think of the birds in the trees
And the leaves that dance in the breeze
All the songs you enjoy
Now your a man from a boy
And grasp your tomorrows and seize
From that moment I have never looked back
I now absorb my past and it's flack
My thanks is to Frank
Whom that night stood by my flank
When he died, my thanks never lacked
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
fun,
Though I'm in a funk, no need help to get out
To once more wake up and dance and shout
Just like the old days
Big smiles on display
I'm the same jovial dude, of this there's no doubt
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Poem Details | by
Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories:
funny,
Glad those GSA jerks had a grand time
Trouble was it was on my hard-earned dime
I hope they all go to jail
Sans the benefit of bail
Their atrocious song and dance was a crime
Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Poem Details | by
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories:
fun, funny,
Bubujumba Bubujumba
Halted for lunch at Udumba
Ate poppy
Felt dopey
Began to dance rumba rumba
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