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Grandma Farts All Day
Grandma Farts All Day Grandma sits in her favorite chair, With a knowing grin and a loving stare. The room is quiet, the air feels still,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Grandma Snores and the Dog Can’t Sleep
Grandma Snores and the Dog Can’t Sleep Grandma’s snoring fills the night, A roaring sound, a mighty fright. The windows rattle, the curtains sway,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Night Before Hissmas
‘Twas the night before Hissmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring because I ate the mouse. The stockings I shredded existed no more,
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
The Ballad of JR Biden
"Lying about expenses on a personal tax return, or drug use on a permit for a gun that was never used, isn’t in the same league as Trump inciting a violent mob to attack the U.S. capital. Nor is it anywhere near Trump asking a state official to find 11,000 votes to rig an election, decades of business and financial fraud, a jury finding of sexual abuse and defamation, or staggering emoluments from foreign governments" (Salon, Haake, 12/09/24).
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Now This Is A Gal I Could Go For. Content Warning.
I took a look at this meme, and voila – something a bit bawdy and a little bit naughty popped into my head. And while we're on the subject of head....
By Joel Kravitz The Limerick Guyabout a year ago in Poets
I Know Why My Cellphone Sings
Pressed a smart city, Which is One of many. My sung, louder than An old boom box, Pretty late and Wakes oh too soon. Go back to sleep. A night owl on the phone Checks if you're okay Tonight... Even Sound is not safe. Constantly wants Out of this phone case. Good stevens! Small and can' t handle A losing record, the blues. Neighbors, local news... Boring. Landmarks, towers. I know why my cellphone sings.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Shadow In the Wall
In the still of night, as silence falls, A figure stirs within the walls. Not flesh nor bone, but dark and slight, A shadow dances in the moon's pale light.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
Haiku post uk
Haiku post uk Picked packed and posted let’s address the elephant lost in the post Uk
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Real Story
there he was - on the rooftop in his big shiny boots just doing his job delivering the loot not unlike past Christmas's
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Cleaning Freak. Top Story - December 2024.
I didn't want my personality to be a maid on steroids. --------------------------------- Previous:
By J. Jayabout a year ago in Poets
We listen and we don't Judge!
When I was 12 I wanted to look nerd and cool I faked my eyesight and wore glasses to school I like bananas with chocolate fudge We listen and we don't judge
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Wooden Popsicles
Wooden popsicles Hickory Lickery … Fuck! Splinters truly suck
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets