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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.
53 responses total.
truly terrible.
I don' know...I liked "Squirrel squirrel".
My cats liked the squirrel poem.
On the other hand, the rest of them... well, let's just say I had to clean up a couple of hairballs.
And I bet the cats didn't like them, either.
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.
White and fluffy, Warm and Deep, Wish I had Another sheep... Wait, no, this isn't alt.sex.beastiality!
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.
Turn to the left, Then turn to the right, Walk on your hands In the middle of the night.
I sit here before the dawn, Anticipating nature's yawn. I've got a beagle upon my lap, Anticipating her next nap.
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
A tree Sits gleefully, In the shade A cloud has made.
(Sorry, that one's too good for this item.)
(Oops, I *promise* I'll do worse next time!)
Roses are red Voilets are blue I have multiple personalities And so do I
Spring has sprung, Fall has fell, It's summer again, And hotter than usual.
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!
Roses are red, Violets are blue. Some peoms rhyme-- and some don't.
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)
cool.
but it doesn't rhyme...
ugh.
I sit and ponder gazing at the screen, wondering whythis *now* appears as unseen when no new response appears in the fonts.
links stinks
Not enough lines,
Not enough lines;
Not enough lines,
Not enough lines.
Not enough lines still not enough let's try agin There, will this do?
ad mir ab ly!
maybe someone should link this to poetry :)
Ate a sandwich then brushed my teeth. Ate an apple again brushed my teeth.
Never underestimate the artistic power of good dental hygeine
If this poem is bad
The next may be worse
Stop while you're ahead
That's my adverse.
(reminds me of someone's last will and testament towards the junior high school they attended for two years) "The first year was bad, the second was worse, so I can't bequeath anything in this simple verse"
I have known all along
that I'm not a poet.
I need a word that rhymes,
and hope I don't blow this darn verse trying to thing
of something that would work.
Don't blow, man. Lick.
there once was a limrick with four lines which offered the humor of street signs the punch line was history and remains as a mystery (i guess they really need five lines) . . . hmmm
What a treat to have you on Grex, masodo. Welcome.
Post hoc, ergo, propter hoc, Or so the saying goes, Some folks believe it for a fact, The last line doesn't rhyme.
How about: Post hoc, ergo, propter hoc, Or so the saying goes, Some folks believe it for a fact, But others say it blows. Post hoc, ergo, propter hoc, Or so the saying goes, Some folks believe it for a fact, Because of quid pro quos. Post hoc, ergo, propter hoc, Or so the saying goes, Some folks believe it for a fact, But only The Shadow knows. Post hoc, ergo, propter hoc, Or so the saying goes, Some folks believe it for a fact, As this rhyme plainly shows.
Tarquin was a splendid king, He built the Roman Forum, Happenings there were quite the thing, Though some folks did deplore 'em.
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