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Half-Baked Heist
The masked bandit known as John Doe Growled, "Stick 'em up! Gimme your dough!" Said I, "This takes the cake, sir. You've held up a baker!
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
If Love Was
If love was a soda, it'd be fizz and spit If a food, it'd be cool whip and lime If love was a show, it'd be, as dumb as shit
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Hail Fellow, Have A Marshmallow?
Hello and welcome back! Now, this is not one of those pieces I had planned on writing (I did have other pieces that were much more interesting and...sensible to finish), but you know what they say about how you make g*d laugh... You tell him your plans...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
Almond milk, the amazing taste of Life
If you haven’t read Paul’s poem about almond milk (The inspiration for this) find it here. If you want to read his rebuttal to my roasting of Spam (the canned meat, not the stalkers) which also inspired this you can read that here.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Poets
Limerick of the Week #15. Content Warning.
We hear there are new types of vampires With a new type of victim who expires Their pain is insane When they herniate their brain
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
Life goes on
In the tapestry of time, a melody plays, Whispering tales of life's unpredictable ways. Through joys and sorrows, a symphony profound, A timeless ode to the wonders that abound.
By Jesse Osayi3 years ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Green Bean
Dear Mr. Green Bean, - We get along now, but it wasn't always that way. With ache I remember our first and worst day. -
By Emma Kate Gee3 years ago in Poets
Wham Bam From Spam Diss Track
Wham bam It's yo' boy Spam S p a m, say my name Mr Wiggins, you got some mighty biggins Stepping to me with no sense of decency
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
You Know You Love Me
So. Make me get down. You know you just can't do it. Ha! You are a wimp.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Pencil
I dedicate this poem to my cousin, Julie whose gift of a blue notebook inspired me to write this poem. * I went looking for a pencil
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Poets
The worst kind of apple
Where to begin? Where to make haste? Well first off I gotta tell ya' I really do hate the taste. "The flavors bad!"
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
The Sentient Character
"How does it end?" "How does what end?" "The story. My story. Or maybe your story. I'm not sure who it belongs to anymore."
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets