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, 27 grands, and 12 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium weekly.
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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 Lindquist6 months ago in Poets
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
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 🥰