De-Puzzlers

If lawyers get de-barred and clergymen de-frocked Does it naturally follow and make sense That electricians are de-lighted and cowboys de-ranged? Need some answers, no sitting on the fence! Can a motorist be de-fined, a balloon's mood de-flated This silliness surely must stop Do dead mailmen de-liver, are old ships de-ported Better stop before I call a burly cop Do musicians get de-noted, dry cleaners de-pressed? Now hold on, I'm getting quite upset Can models be de-posed, do tree surgeons de-bark? Haven't heard any answers as yet Do skirts get de-pleted, has your hair been de-parted? This must be some kind of a plot Artists quit by de-sign, symphonies de-compose? I think about de's things a lot! © Jack Ellison 2013
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March 9, 2013 at 8:26 PM
Jack did I say I love you lately. This was such a fun, silly, well written poem. A delight to read.
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March 10, 2013 at 4:02 AM
Abigail did I say I love you lately. You must be the sweetest lady on the Soup! Thanks a great big bunch dear friend! Big huggeroonies!!! xoxoxox
Burns Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 6:47 PM
Your poems are very humorous and I enjoy them very much. I just have a question sir. On the rating of poems is seven the best or is one the best?
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March 9, 2013 at 7:15 PM
Seven is the best but I don't think too many people pay much attention to them. If I've taken the time to read a poem, something must have caught my attention so I automatically give it a 7. I see you are new to the site... WELCOME my friend!!!
Jones Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 4:33 PM
Did your mother drop you on your head as an infant? Ha aha I don't think these are normal thoughts Jack...but I sure am glad you are around to keep em coming....loved it lots.......donna
Ellison Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 6:43 PM
ROTFLMAO! I guess it's obvious eh! Still have a unusual lump on one side to prove it!!! Love ya, sweet Donna!
Hicks Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 2:04 PM
Oh wow I love this piece! It's a great attack on the silliness of the English language and this whole poem is just tremendously clever... I'll be looking out for your name. Thanks for the laugh!
Ellison Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 6:40 PM
Welcome my good man! I guarantee you will enjoy your stay! The fellow poets are the greatest! When looking for me, don't expect too much serious stuff though! LOL Again, welcome my friend... cheers!
Eastman Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 8:32 AM
Now Jack I'm trying to stop tumbling out of my chair laughing... De-tumbling... I de-duce I will be de-railed... You don't make it easy. ROTFLMAO.... So many Ill-luminating coments you give us. Tumbling out of my chair is ill-healthing you know...
Ellison Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 11:24 AM
That's the spirit!!! Hope you didn't injure yourself though, dear Carol... big squeezy hugs! xox
Hendricks Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 8:08 AM
Yet another de-lightful read from you, Jack. I'd like to know what's going around in your head. :)
Ellison Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 11:23 AM
Many people have wondered the same thing! I haven't a clue! LOL Thank you dear friend! xoxoxox
Squyres Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 8:02 AM
My grandmother would say...."He's a card"... I'll just say "He's a treasure" a treasure chest of full fun !! Love this !!
Ellison Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 11:21 AM
Your grandmother and my mother must be from the same era! She used to say that too! Thank you my dear for your sweet words... huggggs xox
Harrell Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 7:03 AM
And you are a delight, Jack! Clever. I so enjoyed it. Absolutely great :)
Ellison Avatar
March 9, 2013 at 7:16 AM
Whatta tricky guy eh!!! Love ya! Hugggs, Jack xox
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