Biden went down to Georgia
He was looking for a vote to steal.
He was in a bind
Knew he was way behind &
Dems were willing to make a deal.
When he came across the Dems
Cheatin’ on the ballots with every chance they got,
Biden jumped to cheat out Trump & said
Dems, lemme tell you what;
In case you didn’t know it
I’m a politician too.
And if you care to take a dare
I’ll share some wealth with you. Now
You do pretty good cheatin’ Dems, and
Give ol’ Biden his due,
I get paid a good price,
You’ll get a small slice
We’ll pretend China never knew.
Sorry. I know this isn’t the type of poem you mean but it’s the last one I wrote lol.
Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
I once had a gal from Nantucket...
The beginning of a limerick... what’s the rest of it?
If it’s anything like the Man from Nantucket you probably don’t want to know lol
I never wrote “in” poems, but I’ve written poems.
Beatnik contemplates
Striving for the ultimate
To write an "in poem"
Biden went down to Georgia He was looking for a vote to steal. He was in a bind Knew he was way behind & Dems were willing to make a deal.
When he came across the Dems Cheatin’ on the ballots with every chance they got, Biden jumped to cheat out Trump & said Dems, lemme tell you what;
In case you didn’t know it I’m a politician too. And if you care to take a dare I’ll share some wealth with you. Now You do pretty good cheatin’ Dems, and Give ol’ Biden his due, I get paid a good price, You’ll get a small slice We’ll pretend China never knew.
Sorry. I know this isn’t the type of poem you mean but it’s the last one I wrote lol.
Life's uncertainties
sometimes dominate our thoughts
do not be troubled
Nice haiku!
Thanks for noticing
Eyes seeking the beautiful
Find it lives within
And to look onward to the greatness that was created in six days...
As I sit in this pool of reflection, two birds pass over my head.
Piercing, chirping, echoing, without echo, bringing you to heaven dry land.
'Intentions', and 'Expectations' I decided after much thought, that they should be the two bird's name.
I saw a brighter World ahead, and I welcomed it.
And then I took one step, and then another...
Oh the freedom of free verse.
I'm a poet, but i don't know it!
An old favorite. Here’s another, its title is “Fleas”.
Adam had ‘em
Ogdan Nash smiles down upon the literate.
Though Strickland Gillilan may disagree.
That the shortest of all poems written,
Was not by him, but me...
And so did she...
Shel Silverstein with a deep state analogy...
Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't like it--one bit. Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe. Oh, gee, It's up to my knee. Oh my, It's up to my thigh. Oh, fiddle, It's up to my middle. Oh, heck, It's up to my neck. Oh, dread, It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
My favorite Shel poem was "A Boy Named Sue"....
I just found out he wrote that at about 4 this morning?
PFFFFffffffffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
Bitch please.
Artful quatrain!
Beautiful!