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Poems about humor
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Z is for Zoom up the channel. / / Y is for YES! I found an ovum. / / G is for Good we're uniting. / / O is for Oh what a miricle. / / T
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Lower lip / slightly protruding / Quivering. / Breathing / irregular / to the point of / Choppy. / Refusing / to look at ya. / Little tears
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I was watching a bird up in a tree. / I'm sure that he was watching me. / I was sunning in the bright sunlight / thinking that he might take flight. / I let out a loud tomcat cry / thinking that might make him fly. / Sure enough I was right
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I sat upon the potty, / when I was a little boy. / I knew if I could do something, / it would bring my parents joy. / I'm sure I tried for
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Syrup Boy loved sugar in whatever form it came, / From candy canes to ice cream, he ate sweetness everyday. / He’d have éclairs for breakfa
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The night before Christmas, / all through the house, / not a creature was stirring... / except for a mouse! / He walked out in the floor, /
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Woke up early, / couldn't sleep. / into my chest, / a cold did creep. / Lying there, / my eyes did burn. / For more sleep, / I did yearn. / Lying there, / I tried to doze. / Must sit up, / and blow my nose. / Lying there, / I cou
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Teens that are educated far more than I, / that's no excuse to sit down and cry. / They carefully pick what they want to say, / While I tap
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My kitty takes my homework, / almost every night. / When I try to take it back, / she tries to scratch and bite. / My kitty takes my homework, / nearly every day. / If I could ever get it back, / I might get an A! /
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As I was lying in my bed, / I felt something moving by my head... / it was my pet lizard, I call him Ted. / As I was about to fall asleep,
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I ONCE SAT DOWN, / TO WRITE A POEM. / MY PENCIL WAS BROKEN. / THAT WAS AN OMEN. / I PICKED UP A PEN. / AND TRIED AGAIN. / THE PEN HAD GONE DRY, / SO I LET OUT A SIGH. / I PICKED UP A MARKER, / WHICH WOULD WRITE MUCH DARKER. / IT JUST M
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"SO YA".... / *CLEAR THROAT* / "UMMM"...... / "WELL IT'S JUST THAT" / "THERE IS SOMETHING....." / *SIGH* / / / IT'S RIGHT THERE, READY 2
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/ A legacy to leave behind. / / A poem to stand the test of time. / / I truly love this son of mine, / / yet he tests me time after time. / / I know that this can be the way, / / for a growing man to say, / / I'm getting b
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/ Almost / / I used to write / almost every night. / I used to write / almost every day. / At almost any given moment, / I had something I wanted to say. / Now I almost write every night. / Now I almost write every day. / Now I adm
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Still testing just to see, / if this forums right for me. / I have written many things, / that to this forum I could bring. / Still not sure how to feel about, / opening up and letting them out. / This is all so new to me... / oh well, I gue
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Start out simple, that's the thing, / let the poem itself bring. / Put it out there on the net, / hope that I have no regrets. / Told some poets what I thought, / don't understand the points I've got. / Just a test to feel this out, / and se
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It smells good. / It looks good. / Your hungry. / Mouth watering. / Triangle of food on your tray. / Pay for it. / Walk to a table. / Sit down. / Open milk. / Take a drink. / Pick up triangle. / Take a bite. / Swallow it real quic
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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 enem
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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
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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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