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America's (Idle) Pastime
From New York, Austin, and L.A.,
From Cleveland and Seattle,
Ingloriously they screech or bray
In an auditioning battle.
And by the time we all feel sick,
(the judges homicidal!),
we get to know from whom we’ll pick
our next great Singing Idol.
For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous
(using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)
Everywhere I go
My Chihuahua rides with me
In his McDonald's coffee cup
Right next to me on the seat
I take my clothe off' now that is fun.
My nipples get hard under the new summer sun.
And still my nipples are hard.
To the great outdoors
my grandparents love to go,
simply for the atmosphere it gives
like when they play Bingo.
I like to walk the trails, the mountains,
to get my wild nature fix.
They both have bad eyesight and can't quite comprehend
these crazy realistic graphics!
Those candy-coated chocolate pieces of world-wide fame
since many years ago have made a silly half-true claim.
In your mouth the advertisers say they melt.
I should think that part is obviously true.
But hold them in your hand a while; your palm will turn
yellow, brown, green, red, orange, and/or blue!
For the Meltdown Contest
DAMN it, you stupid old fart!
Why did you pull out THAT cart?
That cart with the wobbly front wheel
And it squeaks! (How embarrassed I feel)
Oops...beg your pardon sweet ma'am
Yes, I know who I think that I am...
(Crash) Oh good god mercy me
"CLEAN-UP ON AISLE NUMBER THREE"
Once my leather shoes made me proud with their softness and luster,
but after eleven months of heavy usage they have lost all glamor;
even small thorns and nails can penetrate their worn-out soles;
ah, squeaky, squeaky shoes...you annoy me when steady rain falls!
They say that a pet resembles its master,
but I don't believe that it's true.
When I walk with my dog,
he always walks faster.
When I eat a sandwich,
my dog eats a shoe.
My dog often scratches his head with his feet,
but, I use my hands, instead.
I tend to roll in bed when I sleep.
My dog rolls in anything dead.
I've never pooped in a clearing, or park;
I've never chewed on a bone;
When a squirrel climbs a tree, I don't stare up and bark -
I'd rather just leave it alone.
But I don't get fed, and watered, and rubbed,
and I don't get treats when I pee.
And I'm not, as quickly, forgiven and loved,
when someone gets angry with me.
They say that a pet is just like its master,
but I haven't seen any proof yet.
Personally, I think that would be a disaster.
Instead, I wish I was more like my pet.
WHO'S IN CHARGE?
has crossed the line
Do not cave!
You are THE mama!
They don't behave?
Just more whine
Just be resigned
to drive them home to bed/ pajamas!
Be inclined to have the wine
For Suzette Crous Contest: Grooks For All Occasions (annoying sounds)
< emphasis of labor day
symbolic's end of summer
picnics and parades display
American workers get chummier