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All Fur Coat and No Brain
All Fur Coat and No Brain She struts in her fur, so fine and grand, A master of illusions, ruling the land. Her pearls clink softly, a hollow refrain,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Three Elves on the Shelf
Three Elves on the Shelf Three little elves on the shelf one day, Decided to throw all the rules away. One rode a cat like a wild sleigh ride,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Fish Brick Cake - A First Baking Experience
She once tried to bake a cake. But it turned out like a mistake. It was burnt to a crisp. And tasted like a fishy fish! Sitting by the window, mom and I were enjoying pumpkin pie when my younger sister stormed into the kitchen. Snatching a slice of pumpkin pie, she told us that she was going to bake a cake - a very easy recipe she saw on YouTube. With that, she gathered the ingredients and turned to us, confidently stating that she didn't want any help.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
A Quintessential Holiday
A holiday full of charm Begins with trip to a Christmas tree farm Cutting down one’s own tree Deep in the new fallen snow
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Buddy Hive
Hive's or family So - So friends out there; For it's Breaking in the glove. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts.
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
The Pundigrion High School Reunion
Neil Downe was that alter boy we knew would be a priest Leigh Way would forgive someone deserving it the least Art Major went to college but he didn’t study art
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
Pink Painted Fences
For protection, Two coats of Pink paint on Bars might be sick. Guards one... Who passes, Beware at own risk. Onlookers might laugh
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Be Happy
Be Happy In the gentle whisper of the dawn, Where light spills soft upon the lawn, Let joy awaken, rise anew, A dance of colors painted in blue.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Background Characters
Backgrounds are my home– messy vague shapes glazed over. Please remember me. --------------------------------- Previous:
By Jemma Jae2 years ago in Poets
Dribble Drabble
As I dribble on my Drabble I think, perhaps, I Should have stuck with Scrabble. My forehead wrinkled, My Fingers cramped,
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
They Play Games with the Poets
Orpheus Resurfaces Why does it take so many years To close a wound Which was opened in a day? Must there be fresh wounds?
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Cat Tree
Tree finally erected, lights gloriously lit Cat finds the branches a nice place to sit Sharpening claws on her new brand new toy
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets