Prop Poems - Poems about Prop

The heavy drums roar The light cymbals strike The men hide inside the lion prop The lion dances lively The clown in front fans challengingly The lion moves swiftly The lion rolls smoothly Suddenly the lion jumps into the air For the lettuce and the red packet Hung high at the door The lion dance will usher in Luck and fortune In an enlightening and...

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Love is my Prop I've fallen in love with a four wheeled prop And I am walking along with a bop I thought long and hard Now it's my safeguard Together we make a gruesome bellhop. I wondered maybe it'd make me look old But then perhaps I am old, all things told I feel quite sprightly Now stand uprightly Things have improved a...

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Vnimaniye! Attention! Ten campaign soldiers marching in a straight line One took a sound byte mine misstep, then there were only nine Nine loyal watchmen guarding the golden Tower gate One fell asleep and plummeted to the ground, dereliction of duty gave an even eight Eight secret cell spies, set to activate in hour eleven One wasn’t synchronized, the troops were now down to seven Seven full metal jackets...

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How else do we prop a leaning tower? Pull it down? Root and roof and all falling, crush roaches and rodents— aliens without a fatherland. Leeches and suckers, they're. Carriers of malaria, bloated tummies, fire red. Hawks and vultures, hovering for carcass; babblers, shrinking common coffers with glee till the tower crumbles; till they turn dumb. A...

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don't just there be awhere show you care be aware that your jobs is odds that it s your crop DON''T BE JUST A PROP...

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