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Grex > Enigma > #84: The Worst Four-Line Poems of All Time |  |
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remmers
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The Worst Four-Line Poems of All Time
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Oct 8 03:32 UTC 1992 |
The eyes of the gorilla
The mighty Kong
Melted her heart
At evensong.
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Three birds flew
In V formation
The Nina, the Pinta
And the Sanitation.
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Let not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments,
Leastwise, those are my
Sediments.
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Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
Jill and Jack
Went in the sack.
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Squirrel, squirrel
On the fence,
Why oh why
Is your fur so dense?
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The clock struck five,
The sun rose with a yawn,
The batter hit a Homer
In the rosy-fingered dawn.
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I'd just as leave
Leave the leaves
Lying lifeless
Beneath the trees.
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She cried me a river,
That tearful hippie,
Thus was formed the mighty
Mississippi.
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Can you conjugate a verb?
Can you cultivate an herb?
Can you wait for me at the curb
In this outlying suburb?
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Tales of Hoffman.
The Vienna Woods.
Boy that Strauss
Really had the goods.
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Kojack, Baretta,
Rockford, Mason.
Four macho guys
The crooks a'chasin'.
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I'm having some friends over
For cookies and tea,
They're coming in their Land Rover
Just to see me.
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aa8ij
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response 1 of 53:
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Oct 8 17:47 UTC 1992 |
truly terrible.
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shannara
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response 2 of 53:
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Oct 9 06:34 UTC 1992 |
I don' know...I liked "Squirrel squirrel".
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danr
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response 3 of 53:
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Oct 10 20:21 UTC 1992 |
My cats liked the squirrel poem.
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danr
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response 4 of 53:
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Oct 10 20:24 UTC 1992 |
On the other hand, the rest of them... well, let's just say I had to
clean up a couple of hairballs.
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katie
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response 5 of 53:
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Oct 10 21:44 UTC 1992 |
And I bet the cats didn't like them, either.
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autumn
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response 6 of 53:
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Oct 11 15:56 UTC 1992 |
Beauty for some provides escape,
Who gain a happiness in eyeing
The gorgeous buttocks of the ape
Or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
-Aldous Huxley
I guess four-liners even stumped the big boys from time to time.
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shannara
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response 7 of 53:
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Oct 14 02:55 UTC 1992 |
White and fluffy,
Warm and Deep,
Wish I had
Another sheep...
Wait, no, this isn't alt.sex.beastiality!
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carl
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response 8 of 53:
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Feb 18 22:46 UTC 1993 |
I went to the creek to take a swim.
I hung my pants upon a limb.
I slipped and fell from the grass.
And landed in water up to my knees.
Sorry it didn't rhyme--the water wasn't deep enough.
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remmers
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response 9 of 53:
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Feb 19 13:36 UTC 1993 |
Turn to the left,
Then turn to the right,
Walk on your hands
In the middle of the night.
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carl
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response 10 of 53:
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Feb 20 11:49 UTC 1993 |
I sit here before the dawn,
Anticipating nature's yawn.
I've got a beagle upon my lap,
Anticipating her next nap.
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chaz
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response 11 of 53:
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Feb 20 17:42 UTC 1993 |
Finally awake at the crack on noon
Saturday night will be soon
ready to prowl, drink, and play
i guess i dint learn nutin yestarday
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carl
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response 12 of 53:
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Feb 21 13:47 UTC 1993 |
A tree
Sits gleefully,
In the shade
A cloud has made.
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remmers
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response 13 of 53:
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Feb 22 02:17 UTC 1993 |
(Sorry, that one's too good for this item.)
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carl
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response 14 of 53:
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Feb 22 22:14 UTC 1993 |
(Oops, I *promise* I'll do worse next time!)
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ejkloos
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response 15 of 53:
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Jun 15 20:39 UTC 1994 |
Roses are red
Voilets are blue
I have multiple personalities
And so do I
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carl
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response 16 of 53:
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Jun 15 23:30 UTC 1994 |
Spring has sprung,
Fall has fell,
It's summer again,
And hotter than usual.
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rcurl
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response 17 of 53:
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Jun 16 05:15 UTC 1994 |
The following is the first (four line) verse of a longer poem, that
goes on the the same manner (identify the manner?). I would like
to find the rest of it. (This is not a joke!)
The boy stood on the burning deck,
His fleece was white as snow.
He stuck a feather in his hat:
John Anderson, my Jo!
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fuz
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response 18 of 53:
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Jun 16 18:24 UTC 1994 |
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Some peoms rhyme--
and some don't.
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jkrauss
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response 19 of 53:
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Jun 18 20:47 UTC 1994 |
the politically correct love poem
roses are red (however, this refers to their color, and is no means a racial
epithet regarding persons of native american heritage)
violets are blue (although this does not imply an inferiority of non-blue
flowers)
do you love me? (although, if you do not, please feel free to say so, and do
not feel in any way compelled to answer 'yes')
'cause I love you (please, however, do not construe this as sexual harrassment
of any sort)
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canis
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response 20 of 53:
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Jun 18 22:53 UTC 1994 |
cool.
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fuz
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response 21 of 53:
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Jun 19 17:53 UTC 1994 |
but it doesn't rhyme...
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kami
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response 22 of 53:
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Jun 19 18:16 UTC 1994 |
ugh.
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bjt
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response 23 of 53:
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Jun 5 01:02 UTC 1995 |
I sit and ponder gazing at the screen,
wondering whythis *now* appears as unseen
when no new response
appears in the fonts.
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janc
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response 24 of 53:
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Jun 5 17:16 UTC 1995 |
links stinks
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