Best Stocky Poems

Coming from Texas, I knew he’d be loud
And soon I discovered that two is a crowd
Is that the privy? he asked of my house
When he...

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A surly old maid
had an urge to be laid
and bemoaned her virginal status
with life discontented
her plight she lamented:
"'tis not easy to live without coitus."

A scheme...

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I saw a man stark naked there unexpectedly,
who in his masculine fashion, though not apprehensively,
went gliding (or was he striding?)
down the center of the hall.
He...

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Professor Paddock of virology was a stocky man
            He observed a little beetle on...

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Sturdy limbs
Stocky almost
Knows his way around a barbell maybe
Not easy to anger
But if he finds the right woman
A professional stirrer,
Will be get away or fall...

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Why are swans the symbol of beauty?
Is it their nimble necks and angel wings?
Though my neck is stocky and my wings, not of heaven,
My posture...

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Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve
Find de bes ina de ole land 
Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve
Whilst wi dance musik wid...

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I often find that pure love hides
in sweet moments that are made.
As when a child, my grandma braids
my wispy hair around my 
small head, just...

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Coca Cola man. 
Stocky, bald, refills the shelves. 
Has a steady job....

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In purple majesty now
The lignum vitae bloom
Across the arid plains
Moths and birds swim
Upon its rare perfume
And tourists stare
Upon the short and stocky tree
With rugged heart...

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The house was new on the inside and old on the out.
Busily we arranged and moved things about.
We worked all day until the night set...

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Little Benny Ben told Roald Amundsen
                   ...

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Once when I was just a kid my mom thought t'would be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play and we could swing outside.
I had...

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The dough rests 
In the small fridge 
Rolled out by the baker 
She has worked hard now 
But the job’s not done yet 
Cutting the...

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SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER

Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing...

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