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What a dick!
What a dick! Standing naked on the shore Sure to be getting wet In an hour or so As the tide rolls in What a dick! Does it not prick your conscience
By Raymond G Taylor3 months ago in Poets
Are you Art?
This bizarre display inspired this limerick. Please enjoy! 🎨🎨🎨 So, what are you exactly? Are you an art display? Or maybe some kind of vandalism at play?
By Rain Dayze3 months ago in Poets
Back-To-School Possum
This is a cute limerick that I was inspired to write this morning. Please enjoy! 🎒🎒🎒 We started late this year. Those darned foxes are a mental drain.
By Rain Dayze3 months ago in Poets
Cheap as chips
The bestest thing to pass my lips At any time’s a bag of chips. At sixpence there’s no better treat, With salt and vinegar you can’t beat
By Raymond G Taylor3 months ago in Poets
Suburban Paris
Your house is an absolute stunner we’ve been admiring on Google Earth. A shame about the raspberry bush but the in-ground pool is nice — too bad
By Joe Nasta3 months ago in Poets
Lost In Music
Some Records And Books Introduction This is for Gabriel Huizenga's "Should I Depart Early" Unofficial Poetry Challenge that you can check out here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Might as Well Try in the Dark
Consider this me reaching out, socially, love means doubt. Now that I know why that always was, being led by a path away from you...all hurts. Never
By Willem Indigo3 months ago in Poets
The Ballad of Ogrebug
Note: The following is a ballad from my tabletop roleplaying game of White Box Famous Medieval Adventure Game. Ogrebug emerged full-grown from my subconscious--half-ogre, the son of the witch Moontooth. Think Mongo from Blazing Saddles , and you've got half of him.
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Poets
Blowing Raspberries
You constantly make people cry, 'Though nobody seems to know why. You act rude and coarse Without any remorse, And shamelessness is your standby.
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Poets
King Vitamin
It was the worst cereal with crowned king on the front of the box. An old man with a spoon full of the stuff that would scrap the insides of your mouth
By Ernest Taulbee3 months ago in Poets
Relativity. Top Story - August 2026.
It'll be a hundred degrees today, But the sun will once again rise. I woke to light glaring through the blinds, So I guess I still have my eyes. I see the bills are due, yet again, 'Cause we have water and power. The gas is on too, so I don't have To freeze my ass in the shower. Speaking of gas, the price at the pump Is higher than my aunt on pot But there's no need to go anywhere, So we're ok with what we've got. It's a bit crowded here on the couch, But I always have company. A loving wife and two faithful dogs Sit here every day with me. All things considered, life could be worse And I can't complain much, you see. It isn't about the staus quo, It's about relativity.
By Dana Crandell3 months ago in Poets
VOCAL SUBSCRIPTIONS
VOCAL SUBSCRIPTIONS The continuous link. ** Suddenly, Vocal seems to be going askew. Each day it asks me to subscribe to you.
By Margaret Brennan3 months ago in Poets