Snitch Poems - Poems about Snitch

There once was a snitch ditched in itchy pride, sick of being tied, to grumpy cats side~ she lured his furry tail, trapped him in a caged tale, she sat, blowing kisses that were denied… ...

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There was a wonderful aura about the sparkly white witch. She had raised a sparkly fresh white owl she named Snitch. They sat on a crescent moon and wiled the night away. On Halloween night, until the beginning of the next day. It is November now, the old witch said to the owl. He nodded his head, for he was...

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Me and the missus live in decent sturdy accommodations (formerly Schwenksville Elementary School ofttimes referred to as prison, and manager as the de facto warden), albeit not so shabby nor chic low income quite modest (rather unmatchable cost wise) low slung building we rent, for mere dime a dozen pennies on the dollar, which facility lacks no shortage of gossip mongers...

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The qolden snitch is lost in the air A lost, that no one ever could bear The seekers are out on rides of Sauron They look furious and won't move-on A storm is certain, the clouds are howeing The flakes turn blizzard, the lightning roaring Hey, where is the snitch ___ where did it go? How come the seekers couldn't get...

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If you Snitch, you get Stitch If you snitch, you get stitch, like how the waters flow down Niagara Falls. How many persons do you know that snitch? Snitch is not nice, and it can be dangerous. Snitch when you are trusted can cause...

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I'm just not snitch or a witch or a you-know-what that starts with a 'b,' at least I hope I'm not, but eating my candy, dear brother, is simply not jim-dandy --In fact, it's a hurtful kind of modus operandi For you see how much bigger you are than poor me ...

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We (me and the missus) live in a decent accommodations low income quite modest rent, which facility lacks no shortage of gossip mongers with mail delivery the major event many old people smelling of unguent faux superman thumping chests nsync with hooking thumbs around suspenders feigning to be affluent, and self important as former triple secret double agent yeah, minus the snitches, the one bedroom apartment at highland manor ranks as...

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it makes me angry to know you are so lazy but have found a way to hate me you act so shady & like a little baby maybe you should worry about your life stick to trying to be a good wife & stop stabbing people in the back withuot a knife...

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This love swelling up within me Brings me to an epiphany Breaking the rules of gravity I fly into he arms of Grace. Crucifying the flesh, the witch called Selfish Embracing the Amish I make a wish To never abandon the rich For which I am a snitch....

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