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Poems about humor
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/ >strangers look at you like the know you, strangers you look at for fun, some you wish there werent strangers at all, some are good some are evil, something that you will never know, becouse strangers, they ar
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by marcusmoore
165 words, 4 comments,
on Nov 18 4:44 PM. In Adult, Rhyme, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Love, Lost Love, Weird
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Booger picks boogers / and...flicks 'em! / His friend Boogie / catches boogers / and eats 'em. / Now Booger is sad; / he thought they / wer
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Family Project Three. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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Family Project Two. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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Family Project One. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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A sort of teenage rebellion against parental authority. Written when I was in high school.
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A fight between a goose and duck / to see who'd have the better luck / Took place beneath / a pickup truck / / A loud slam echoed through the woods / But neither bird was hurt; / Instead the truck drove off the road / and left the duck i
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The credit crunch, / Money munch, / Pound pinching, / Massive bunch of / Purse pushing, / Dollar draining, / Bill busting, / Try explaining, / To the bank that coin crushing, / Note nabbing, / Quid quaffing, / Time is here,
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Kookoocachoo knew too many of you, / He couldn’t come through, / When there was a lot to do, / About nothing and two, / And to feel too blue, / Is to come home to you, / Yes Kookoocachoo loves to love you too, / But when you brew that stew,
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1 / Stray cat yawns / Under a crown / As its taken / from my front lawn. / / 2 / Dum dum lollipops / Tastier than porkchops / Take them fr
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/ >A poem a day / keeps the boredom away. / That is what / I always say. / I pick up a pencil / and scribble away. / I write down in rhythm / what I want to convey. / When it is finished /
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rose’s are red / Violets are blue / sugar is sweet / and so are you / / How ever ….. / / The roses are wilted / and the violets are dead / the sugar bowl’s empty / and so is your head /
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Poetry Soup / / Note: not to be confused / with alphabet soup. / / Making soup / / is the most / / like making poetry. / / Anyone c
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I’m not a Poet / I can’t write a poem / it’s just too hard to do it. / If you don’t believe me / I’ll sit down and prove it. / I have
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When I sit upon the toilet, / and try to take a crap, / I strain so stinking hard, / I might have a heart attack. / When I sit upon the toilet, / it fills me up with grief. / I strain for all I’m worth, / and s
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As the last heart stops / what will remain / after / intellect / humility / kindness / love / etc etc / are / stupidity and lies. / These
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Amid the flood of faces I stood / Unsure of who they are and why I should care / I move forward through the crowd / Glancing, looking, sear
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"What a lucky day I've had." / I told my best friend. / "Why was it so darn lucky?" / He asked me curiously. / "Just relax, and I will / te
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There was a young boy named David / whose parents were always quite livid. / Young David was very bold / he didn't do as he was told. / David had several bad habits. / If he wanted something he'd grab it. / He'd run, cry and shout. / He'd th
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I saw a spider on the wall / and watched as it began to crawl / towards a fly upon the wall. / I simply had to wonde
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My son has a kitten named Sunshine / / He thinks bedtime is playtime. / / He'll run and he'll jump / / with a very loud thump. / / He p
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My life reminds me of my car / or vice versa / When my car was brand new / it seemed perfect. / I guess you could say the same / about my c
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I met an old man in the park one day / / when I sat down beside him, he said to go play. / / At first I thought that he was real mad / /
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Oh have you heard of Hon Printai, / The land of beasts and lore? / If never told this story bold, / Then you I shall not bore. / / (I) / I
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