Isabelle's Ice Cream: Every Flavor You Dream Reading the sign, feeling quite smart, Little Johnny decided to give Ole’ Isabelle a start:
By Jessica McGlaughlinabout a year ago in Poets
Your skirt cannot be a Millimeter above your knee. “Only draw attention to your face.” ***************************************
By LJ Pollard about a year ago in Poets
My peace is gone, my calm once more stolen The chaos of my mind runs wild I am no longer young, and free Strapped down to my so called life, trapped behind caged bars
By J.W. Bairdabout a year ago in Poets
they all laughed themselves into a stupor. i was the subject and cause—not on purpose. fingers pointed, doubled over with aching bellies.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
We were watching the Simpsons My parents and me All wedged into the couch in the house on Pert I didn’t get the jokes but I loved their laughter
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Running through a park, Climbing on logs, Splashing in a puddle, Then I fell into a bog! I was cruel to my feet, Because they were cruel to me,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
What Came First the Chicken or the Egg What came first the chicken or egg a puzzle that makes my mind beg did feathers appear before the shell
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
When I first looked above my bed there were 3 spiders at the ceiling’s edge, each the size of my palm. They didn’t bother me so much,
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Poets
Perhaps any kiss would suffice that day. I will never be convinced that is true. My excitement was a dead giveaway. His skin glistened and gleamed a greyish blue.
By Star Love Greyabout a year ago in Poets
A passionate night we have all by ourselves But I was looking a bit flustered right now Her tight jeans hugged her curves to the point
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
