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Best Poems Written by Donald Reith

Below are the all-time best Donald Reith poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Sir Jack and the Outside-Inside Basketball Attack

The incredible shooting display put on by "Sir" Jack, 

Teaches a basic tenet of basketball that remains still, 

You can expand your game from the outside 

and considerably broaden your skill, 

With accuracy you can keep defenders off-guard, 

You can shake 'em or hit one in their grill, 

By working the game outside-inside, 

You can score on any defender at will.

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Cinco De Mayo and the Conquest of Puebla

Cinco De Mayo, the fifth day of May, to all Mexican and Mexican-Americans, is a very special day,

It celebrates the Mexican's Armies, unlikely victory over France, The Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, was Napoleon's grab for Mexican lands,

At the time of this battle, France's Army was considered the World's best, led by Napoleon, it was hell-bent, on achieving World conquest,

An 8,000 strong French Army, marched to Puebla to cause misery, but it was the 4,000 Pueblans, who came out with the victory,

Mexican's celebrate this great triumph, with fiesta and cheers, the French Army had not been defeated, previously, for at least 50 years,

By defeating a much better equipped Army, they were outnumbered by man, steel and horse, They ensured there would never be an attack on a country of the Americas, by any other European military force.

Although there comrades had died, they were hungry and their lips muy seco,
The soldiers cried " Ole! ", as the mariachi sang " Viva Mexico!"


Feliz Cinco De Mayo! Viva Mexico!

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The King of the Forest

If I were the King of the Forest 

I,d have a laptop installed in every tree

a GPS for lionesses

 robots for cleaning messes

there'd be no need for marking territory with pee 

If I were the King of the Forest

 I,d stop this stuff of parading around in the buff

 there'd be a law against snoring 

silk blanketed flooring 

and no loud roaring trying to prove that your tough

If I was the King of the Forest 

I,d have a delivery boy deliver my meat 

Hunting and gathering might be bold 

but what about when I get old?

 Besides I,ll eat the delivery boy for my treat 

If I were the King of the Forest

 I,d have a stylist to do my mane

 I,d use the best shampoo 

some conditioner too 

Hey, if you're the King you're supposed to be vain

If I were the King of the Forest

I,d invite the Whole World for a unique meet and greet

 from the bankers to the florists 

you can all be the tourists 

and have a chance to sit in the King's seat 

If I were the King of the Forest

 it would be a great and wonderful town 

I,d build a fast modern train 

with a sign that says, "Come Again"

 Heck, I'd even let you try on the King's crown!

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The Rain In Spain

The Rain In Spain falls gently on the Plain

In NYC it backs up sewers once again

Creating puddles that take two weeks to drain

Oil slicks abound the terrain

Causing motorcyclists lots of pain

Cursing and Swearing is what sustains 

In the Abundance of Late-Running Trains

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My Dog Ate My Homework

My dog ate my homework
 He doesn't know what he's done
 
He's forced me to defend myself with what is essentially a pun

I asked him why'd he do it He started licking his butt

It angered me more this non-explanation for my rut

I yelled at him fiercely coupled with a mean stare

He cocked up his leg and peed on the chair

I asked him hadn't I always given him chicken soup for the soul 

He barked at me once then pushed forward his bowl

I told him this was unacceptable behavior and I would not put up with this crap

He jumped up on my sofa undeterred and settled in for his mid-morning nap

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Forgive For Time Heals All Wounds

I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption

 it shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation

for just as my temperament doth squabble feebly with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities

 time sweet majestic unwavering time

doth reconcile in me

 an assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters and calm the turbulent seas to but a ripple

 as if transposed to a lake

where the sun doth shine from the heavens 

and prosperity will live in my house 

once more

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Why Is the Sky Blue

" Why is the sky blue? " , said the Baby Gnu. "

Why do the seasons start anew? " and " Why do they call this place Timbuktu? "

" I do not have a clue," said Papa Gnu. "

" But I believe it to be true, 

that the answer is inside of you and when I am long gone, 

I hope you have the view, that as you grew,

 I did what was true, 

tried my best to show you what to do 

and keep you far, far away from that place called the zoo."

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If Wishes Were Horses

If wishes were horses than beggars might ride,

 Then men would not intend to be like lions, vanquishing another's pride,

 If wishes were horses than beggars might ride, 

Then men, would be the Emperor penguin, braving the winter's cold, to stand by his hatchlings side,

 If wishes were horses than beggars might ride, 

Then sin, would vanish in the wind, crushed by eagles talons as they fly, 

If wishes were horses than beggars might ride,

 Then men would be heaven sent and the violence would subside.

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Blackbeard

Aye Here's a Man Plenty were Moved to Beseech

You didn't want to Meet on your day at the Beach

The America's were All within his Reach 

He spilled more Blood than a Million Carnivorous Leech

Goes by the Name of Edward Teach

The Royal Land of Britain Is Where He was Reared

For all Seafarer's Very Feared

Soil your Bottom's if it's His Name You Heared 

The Long-Braided Pirate 

Who was Known as Blackbeard

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Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide when I pulled on the slide
On the airplanes opening door partition
I had took the time without being sublime
To explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition 
Maybe he had thought it pure jest his bulging eyes processed
As his parachute opened He wore a look of derision
His body had spun His look registered stunned, 
Like this was some kind of unreasonable decision
It was expected of the youngest born before Thanksgiving morn
To bring back from the nearest forest 
A bird
After a mighty and fierce war With piles of blood spilled galore 
He registered a look that I mistook 
As if my demands were patently absurd
After the last desperate howl of the game but defeated fowl 
He would drag the beast back to where we were living 
And as hard as he was able slam it down on the dinner table
And holler loudly, 
"To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!

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