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 saw my dog he said you’ve got a mouse!

We heard on the news that a bush kangaroo
It might have been...

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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 she invented
got polished and scented
tweaked her pointers to swing more voluptuous
with a rose-scented blanket
and aphrodisiac banquet
whisked her beau to the...

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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 did not glimpse me at all
as my gut called out, What gall!
So brazen, so reckless this peculiar entity
appearing as if...

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Professor Paddock of virology was a stocky man
            He observed a little beetle on the skirt of Messy Anne
               ...

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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 hard?
A professional instigator is something he has not yet met.
We wait in anticipation wondering who will capture his heart.
Sure enough,...

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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 is fair and I fly just as well.

Why are owls the symbol of wisdom?
Is it their trusting eyes and clever...

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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 de band

Dance wid de band in de Highlands
Backyard jig good fer de ole soul
Tickle mi nose with yu gold locks
Tigether...

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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 like hers.
Her Scandinavian roots 
high cheek bones, and
stocky build are worn with age.

I look up into her faded, blue eyes
as...

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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 and strong roots
That suckle water from a droughted land
They look but do not understand
It is the symbol of the man.

My...

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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 in
We decided to wait till morning to again begin.
I decided to make us something to eat
I went to the kitchen...

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Little Benny Ben told Roald Amundsen
                     Let's go to South Pole with my pretty hen
          ...

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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 a swing set in the yard where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me away from...

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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 shape 
Then in oven to bake 
Out pops a plate of men 
Gingerbread just get a whiff of them 
Ginger,...

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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 outside.

I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from...

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