Poems with rhymes of belly

From off its bloated belly;
It legs jerked out, then dangled slack;
It quivered like a jelly.

A violet breath, and lips of jelly;
Her hair not black, nor overbright,
And of the softest down her belly;

Though shaking like a jelly.
Time honoured to magnificence,
Religion of the Belly!

To your exacting back and urgent belly;
Intent to earn and vigilant to save
By night, attired so sightly and so smelly,

dog's a full belly
kids watching telly

Or lob-lollys charming jelly
Court thy cormorantal belly

Huffing and puffing and panting and smelly,
Fire belches forth from her fat cast iron belly.

Am I to fill my belly?
Shall I glutton here with Keats?
Shall I drink with Shelley?

Where's that Count of the Kettle, that friend to the belly,
So renown'd for transforming old bones into jelly--

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlfull of jelly.

When your legs seem made of jelly,
And you're squeamish in the belly,

For some guys on the telly
Are sporting sets of whiskers
Which reach down to their belly

Ugh! What was that? It felt like a jelly,
That flattish mound in the noisome grass;
You three big rats running free of its belly,

Approach St. Peter, crawling on your belly,
You cry: 'Good sir, take pity on my state
Forgive the murderer of Mamie Kelly!'

He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly:

He never lives for his belly.
But history he leaves like jelly.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

Food lava flows into the belly
Isn't life grand in front of the telly?

And how odd 'tis to hear him, when beat to a jelly,
Roar out in a passion, 'Blue Death!' and 'Blue Belly!'

Quoth Richard in jest looking wistly at Nelly,
Methinks child you seem something round in the belly.