Slop Poems - Poems about Slop

...Oh, how I love my home, good ol’ Gotham City! It’s just enough grimy and just the right gritty. It has Batman, the greatest crusader against crime. I wouldn’t leave this cesspool, nope, not anytim......Read the rest...

...Hell The place of safety was dirty and cold The building smelt musty, damp and old Place of safety in which I was to roam Was, in fact, a children's home They clothed and fed me as little......Read the rest...

...The shots ring out, The soldiers drop, Comrades shout, The soldiers are filled with doubt, As they splash through the slop, The shots ring out, The blood shall spout, The bodies flop, Com......Read the rest...

... Easter egg hunts are proof your child can find things when they really want to. —Unknown Peep, peep, peep, peeping, chirping, tweeting, peeping cheeping wildly, declaring they are......Read the rest...

... In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil, snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae ......Read the rest...

... (Thinks) I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a tazer. Mouth of the South, but my lips don't say (intelligent) words Like Muhammad Alley Bin drive by shooting Bin Laden with delusion......Read the rest...

...A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte specified such so as to issue a rhyme, but proceeded as this scribe didst git linkedin with the cutting crew, mow or less......Read the rest...

... Oh, how I dread the horrid sight of that nasty slop, what a wretched plight. Its stench invades my twitching nose I turn away, but my nausea grows. Forced to face it on my plate ......Read the rest...

...It's back to the wilds, for the unexplored Panama's island, Pygmy Three-Toed Sloths. Tree huggers, twenty hours daily, course, lots of trees. Four of a kind, their fifth, record as the smallest. ......Read the rest...

...I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... ......Read the rest...

... When my chef son came home from the navy He wanted to make Thanksgiving gravy And would like to process A live Turkey they’d bless And then sought out his farmer friend Davy Well he then wen......Read the rest...

...We reach The beach Nice spot Sand's hot Flies swarm Water's warm Surfers crave Big wave We wish no jellyfish We learn sun burn hot sun have fun slip on a shirt slap o......Read the rest...

...the matador enters a china shop This can’t be good! Yelled out Cousin Slop. The rest of us began to laugh, which made him mad. If there is anyone you do not interrupt, it is my Dad.......Read the rest...

...Alien talk I can’t understand A Pifflewig performed a handstand He verbalised through his ass Gross putrid wind he did pass Like many blokes throughout the land! I farted, perhaps ......Read the rest...

...A Slow Decline Farmers wake, farm their fields. Their wives tend hearth and home, chickens, pull milk from cows, slop the pigs. Fishermen struggle against fleets of slowly departing commercia......Read the rest...