There was a sad writer from Prague who drank too much cheap hootch and grog -- bohemian to the core, though Bohemia was no more, he liked to say, "What's past is hedgehog"
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Tag Archives: poetry
Belize City Limerick
There was a chef from Belize City who tried way too hard to be witty. He liked to serve pork, but when it was on fork, tell his guests it was rat, just not itty-bitty.
NOTE: Gibnut [a.k.a. Paca] is a huge rodent eaten in Belize. It’s been called the “royal rat” because it was once served to Queen Elizabeth II.
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Miasma [Haiku]
the scent of death assaults my nostrils: carcass or fungi?
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Crow’s Eye [Haiku]
Rainy Day Surprise [Haiku]
one foot hits puddle. cold water stings my mind through a squishy sock
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Beijing Limerick
There was a bureaucrat from old Beijing who claimed that COVID was in a downswing, "It must be, you see, for it cannot be the rules changed cause of shouts of "Can Xi Jinping!"
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Solace [Lyric Poem]
My war days are long past. I'm not quick to beat drums. I've neither king nor caste. I've seen the winter come. Fearful norms have no hold. The law has lost its sway. I've broken from the mold, and turned a roving stray. Crazy sages / role models: those freed from conventions, who can't stand for twaddle, and shun all pretensions.
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Vienna Limerick
There was a famed therapist from Vienna who knew the source of all angst and each dilemma. "Sexy thoughts of your mom made you fear the A-bomb!" "Uh, it started last week when I fell from an antenna."
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Chicago Limerick
A window washer from Chicago would work in the snow and that fog - Oh! But he was chagrined when there were crosswinds, "A guy could splat like a soft avocado!"
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Morlock Memories [Free Verse]
I woke up rife with Morlock memories. What a damnable time it was! The days when I was not a boy, and not a man -- nothing for which anyone had a good word. Maybe I was a shadow: two-dimensional & wonky in shape. I was that which lived below: below ground, below the radar, below comprehension.
