Collywobbles Poems - Poems about Collywobbles

...She had never had collywobbles like this before Waiting for her birth mother to come in the door Hoping for a happily and forever ever more But she got stood up like when she was four......

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...Baloney, bumfuzzle, fiddledeedee Taradiddle, gardyloo, snickersnee Gobbledygook, gardyloo, tickle me, Hullabaloo, cattywampus hogwash hoo-ha Claptrap, collywobbles ballyhoo brouhaha! ~......

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...Crowds and noise and people enthralled me When I had deciduous teeth. And a simple thought of loneliness Engendered collywobbles in me. How amicable people look when viewed with jejune eyes! ......

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...Each book in my library must be read, each one, each and every one, vagrant, homeless papers must find a forever home, I must edit, amend, revise, reword and condense a poem- Rattled, I search for......

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...Neither fame, nor fortune sought, sans this anonymous wordsmith, whose quirky pastiche (no matter evokes collywobbles, when risky business undertaken to spill forth most confidential personal wo......

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...I Write- poems for brouhaha contests- perhaps of love or nature or some gobbledygook interesting but, I am left gobsmacks and dumbfounded 'cause I took one point blank and sharp to the ......

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...One fine day, me, Molly Coddle and my Goombah Pa Pa, were sitting in The Cat In The Hat restaurant; we gongoozled the men-you. " oh, I have collywobbles in my tummy!" I said sort......

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...Each book in my library must be read, each one, each and every one, vagrant, homeless papers must find a forever home, I must edit, amend, revise, reword and condense a poem- Rattled, I search for......

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...Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock, oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed; I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle, so I can......

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...My skin prickles, hair on my arm flag-raised. Quite peculiar, actually, someone or something, is watching me. I recalculate my senses, dusting off pre-conceived notions of paranoia. Across the room......

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