Her husband has hard, huge, hefty
hee haws, her hubby has hobo humor!
He has humorous, heavenly hits!
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Has Honey had horney humiliation?
Honey has hat hair.
Her hymen, his humble home.
Humping, hugging, humming, Ho ho ho.
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Hell has heavy hot heat!
Hippies have huge hearts.
Ho, how Hope helps handle him.
Her head has horse hair.
Her hotel host has hot heavy hands.
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Helping her he hesitates.
Have hotdogs, hamburgers, hashbrowns?
Hominy, hearty healthy hotdish,
Heineken, Hamms, highball, ho ho ho?
Hubby, he's huge, happy, honored.
Help him home.
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Herman, honestly handles her hearse.
He'll help her headstart humbug hill.
Hey, how humility helps hate.
Hyacinth, hibiscus, hollyhocks.
How happy Heaven has her.
Happy holidays, Harmony, Helen,
Holly, Harriet, Henrietta!
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My inspiration for the above tautogram came from Dharrsheena with her tautogram below.
A Tautogram (Greek: tauto gramma, "same letter") is a poem or text in which all words start with the same letter. Dharrsheena
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Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 26 grands, and 11 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I started writing A Poem a Day in February 7 years ago. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. Writing on Vocal/Medium now.
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Sonnet - a fourteen line poem with a variable rhyme scheme originating in Italy and brought to England by Sir Thomas Wyatt and Henry Howard, earl of Surrey in the 16th century. Literally a "little song," the sonnet traditionally reflects upon a single sentiment, with a clarification or "turn" of thought in its concluding lines. There is the English sonnet, the Italian sonnet, the Petrarchan sonnet and another seven or more other versions of sonnet. Pinterest
By Denise E Lindquist20 days ago in Poets
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In response to a challenge set by Vocal Assist. You can find it here should you wish to be involved! The crisp winter air bit at Talia's skin as she stepped off the bus. Her breath formed small clouds in front of her as she walked. The once-familiar streets of her hometown were now indistinct. As if trapped in a memory of a memory she could not remember. The grey, unobtrusive December sky did little to calm her rising anxiety. She had not returned in twenty years. And for good reason.
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Humorous!!! Howling🤣🤣🤣
Lol. Nicely done.
Well done!
nice
Her hymen, his humble home! I died! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Gosh this whole thing was hilarious! You're so brilliant to have written such a long Tautogram! And thank you so much for the shoutout! 💖
I will share this, She is going to love it 🥰
I love your poem. I'm very happy to see your about. Really well keep growing up 💞