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Poems about Humor
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I waited in a thicket / by a splashing stream / for the inevitable fight to happen. / At least I had the satisfaction of knowing / the enemy would not easily find me. / I would hold out and escape. / / That turned out to be brick-difficult
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A/N:imitating the style of ee Cummings / / / / not- / icing that / my poem contained a mi- / stake / which I would have loved to / stick in her heart- / / ily / / i went about my business / / with her note stuck in my
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/ / / My Dad told me to stay away / from the path / / Hell hath no fury / like a girl in red / but she'll lure you / with her basketfull / of goodies / / that's what my oul' fella said / / Of course, I had to look /
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Stand by your brain
Give it lots of books to read
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My mind is a corroded cacophony - / a silly symphony of anxious ennui, / poundingly played by a fruity Sadducee / who put LSD in his caffine-free green tea, / and finished with a final finale / performing a guitar solo ala Tin Pan Alley.
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Sing a song of silliness,
Entertain amusing ambuscades.
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of the MP3 you made me entitled “Rapes For Sale,”
which was followed by the sequel “(used) Dildos For Sale.”
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He said you tasted like tar, Poppy
After we gave him CPR, Poppy
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Madeaf-mute / / and blind / by encircling swelling bubbles / in their minds / the town masters limp along in tight-fitting boots / / the band passes them by / as / their soprano silver whistles / enthrall the greens and browns alike
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/ "Girls are so stupid / I'm not playing this any more" / / "Well, I'm not playing war-games. / All
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I could rescue my iPod charger
from the clutches of the salsa.
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97 percent of bees are female. The males are solely utilized for copulation, but I remain unconvinced because how could
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So nearby, who must observe with longing and
Yet cannot partake, as their jaws have likely rotted.
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You're just too fat to be true,
Can't get my arms around you
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by marcusmoore
148 words, 37 comments,
on Mar 10 8:12 AM. In Adult, Rhyme, Rant, Sad, Personal, Humor, Life, Anger, Rage, Weird Family
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I betimes have this nemesis
and yon ass that he doth kiss
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You never gave but kept on taking
Until I sent you away, Oh Poppy
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/ / meeting old men / is like reading / about the Roman Empire / / it had its day / / but it shrivelled away / (they all drank / and
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