Writing Life

Writing poetry isn’t very easy

As inspiration strikes we’re busy.

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Placing words together that rhyme

Like “time”, “slime”, and “mime”

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To compose a limerick that’s not cheesy.

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Pabst Smile

Phil enjoys the taste of beer

So much, his mouth changed its veneer

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As the beer suds mellowed

All his teeth were yellowed

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Every morning, he gargles Pabst, I hear…

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Toupee Away!

There once was a woman from Spaulding

Who’s husband was rapidly balding

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So she bought him a cheap wig

Slapping lipstick on a pig.

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Though his appearance is still quite appalling…

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Frankensteina

Short tempered teacher sits at her loom

Creating a dark aura of gloom.

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Her students remained frightened

Since her bolts need to be tightened.

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So the classroom is filled with such doom.

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Seeds…

There once was a bloke from Leeds

That came upon some seeds

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Pondering what was found

Inserting himself in the ground 🙄

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He later moved on to seedier deeds…

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Lady Limerix

Lady Limerix is her name.

Composing poetry, is her game.

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She writes silly prose.

While darning her hoes.

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By wildness standards, she’s not very tame.

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The Crapper

Sir Thomas Crapper was his name

Toilets and U joints were his game.

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Though his plumbing designs were toilet’s answer

He succumbed too soon to colon cancer.

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In memorium the loo now bears his name.

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Lady Misery

There once was a lady from town

Whose face always wore a frown.

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No humor or concession

Can change her complexion.

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She looks like a sad-faced clown…

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Shrew Askew

We all know someone who’s a total shrew

But there is little that we can do

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Just complaining all the time

About the weather and crime

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And her elder sister lives in a shoe.

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