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Rollee Pollee

Rollee Pollee feeds his face Rollee Pollee such disgrace no love no talk no run no walk no sleep no sun no swim no fun All he wants to do is eat Too much slob not much neat Rollee Pollee he can't stop Rollee pollee POP!

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Chris Green

Date: 6/8/2017 2:16:00 PM

Very cool, nice depiction of a dance hall on a Saturday night. Toss in a few hub cap sized belt buckles and let the dancing begin.

Chris Green
Date: 6/8/2017 4:56:00 PM

My apologies Doug, I don't think this comment went to this poem. I am not sure how this happened but your poem has nothing to do with a dance hall. Now I feel stupid. But, at least it brought me here so now let me say, your poem was humorous and the ending reminds me of a Monty Python skit where the patron says if he eats one more thing he will pop, and then eats a strawberry and...pop!

Pat Adams
Date: 6/8/2017 4:40:00 PM

Ha! Good one. Sounds like you've been hanging out in some of the same type places I used to!! Thanks for the comment. :)