Best Cunning Poems

There is a very cunning ham named Tom
Pens side-splitting limericks with aplomb
   When Soupers are down
   Tom removes their frowns
And their...

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Tom flew down to Turkey to play
But found at the end of the day
Putin had to gobble
So there was a squabble
Hence the Marmite-Putin soufflé...

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It’s dreadful, a disaster, it’s a terrible calamity
Housewives going frantic for the thing they seek but cannot see
Supermarket workers helping those who shout the most
Try...

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There's a certain cunning ham named Tom
Who once crafted limericks with aplomb
  Lately, no funny new lims
  Has Tom's funny bone dimmed --...

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Generous 
A leader whose Caring, Brave, Honest, and Funny
Family of Heath
She’s a lover of reading, art, and acting
A woman who feels compassion, hardship, and love
Who...

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My mother was spring cleaning 
So I needed a reason to escape 
I have got a devilish mind 
and my cunning plan is taking shape.
The...

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It's ecstasy without the pill
alarm lights flashing 69
Tarzan Lord of jungle fever
the taste of sweet nectar!

Foreplay of the gods
slippery when wet
I gaze upwards
lust devours you.

Such...

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A cunning linguist is my Romeo,
whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me
ravenously from head to toe and—Oh!
in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy!
With lips on...

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sun’s coat on the maize
here and there the squirrel ducks
leaving her to pant 



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As you read this poem, I’m mentally undressing you.
Word by word your protests drop to the floor. 
Syllable by syllable I pare you down to...

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My doctor says I’m overweight,
I’m in the orange band,
To make it to the yellow zone
I’ll need a helping hand.

So he’s cancelled Sunday breakfast
And sworn me...

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The Cunning Stranger at Dragon's Lair - A Narrative Poem

One day at a comic shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For the money, he wanted to...

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reared many rabbits by habit
to harvest cotton wool from them
for textile industries abroad
that they could make winter clothing
for charity to hot desert dwellers...

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An accountant asks for accuracy
Playing figures 
Always got his mind tangled
Blurring his eyes
And so bustling the calculator
Making his neck strained and fingers stiff
But the cunning...

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I’m a broken man
don’t know who to trust.
Being a broken man
allows you not to trust.

I’m a broken man
with lots of blood,
bleeding from the heart like...

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