Doggerel Poems - Poems about Doggerel

Poor Hello Kitty Rests on a stoop Her eyes droop Bird poop Now goop In her hair People, beware Of birds in the air!...

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Doggerels, *raunchy rhyme* Are what purists call crap. But who has the time To listen to those sap? We Doggerelists, Rhymers unstable, Are going to persist, Whenever able....

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Animal Poems II These are poems about animals, limericks and other forms of doggerel. Ballade of the Bicameral Camel by Michael R. Burch There once was a camel who loved to hump. Please get your lewd minds out of their slump! He loved to give RIDES on his large, lordly lump! The Hippopotami by Michael R. Burch There’s no seeing eye to eye with the...

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It was some hours of purgatory, Self imposed, but all the same, He thought of it as purgatory as He listened to them declaim Their long strings of words with No apparent rhyme or reason, As if joy and happiness had Somehow fallen out of season. They said he wrote doggerel Of A Most Low And Debase Kind Containing Very Little...

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Whatever may come of whatever may, The breeze comes blowing in it own way, Swirling round the sandy cove, Gulls swirling twirling above shallow shoals. My breezy breath is pulled from me To feed the wind, to lift the leaves, To pass once more my shell like ears, Assault the eyes, bring forth my tears. Bright sun, brash birds, the forever roar Of weathering...

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The eyes would rather not engage the world. Cotton mouth, parched, and aware of a thirst. The muscles, lobbying to remain curled. Feet swing to the floor, prepared for the worst. Stiffness escapes in most audible groans. Shuffling, a zombie, a gruesome undead. Articulating two hundred plus bones Fills the old body with deep sense of dread. Missy don’t care or she knows...

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Dogmatic deconstructionists declaim the Dogs of Doggerel during the Dog Days of Delusion Deluded destroyers deliver the Dogfights of Doggerel during the Dog Dances of Derision Derisive decoys denounce the Doghouses of Doggerel during the Dog Dreams of Deception...

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. for public domain I have not found true love can last, amidst the troubles we've amassed, beyond the life which we are cast, yet in this world we find so busy, and all the aches that make us dizzy, like Thomas Mann's poor Little Lizzy, we will not put our love to rest, for not by being loved, but, loving, we are always...

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Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse The Board by Michael R. Burch Accessible rhyme is never good. The penalty is understood: soft titters from dark board rooms where the businessmen paste on their hair and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse with reprimands of Dr. Seuss. The best book of the age sold two, or three, or four (but not to you), strange copies...

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Doggerel I or Nonsense Verse A$$tronomical by Michael R. Burch Einstein, the frizzy-haired, proved E equals MC squared. Thus, all mass decreases as activity ceases? Not my mass, my a$$ declared! Bible Libel by Michael R. Burch If God is good, half the Bible is libel. I came up with this epigram after reading the Bible from cover to cover at age eleven, and wondering how anyone could call...

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Oftimes I'm asked; “What drives you, Bro, to generate such verse, the bulk of which is awful and the balance, frankly, worse?” The dark side of reality fueled each chilling ode by Poe, For Macaulay, Roman heroes made his inkwell overflow. Ernest Thayer waxed apoplectic when his baseball team fell flat, and thusways primed he penned...

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Give me love that I've worked for, no more, but no less, For no man is deserving, I freely confess! I don't need understanding, that complicates things, And seeds fool expectations out home on the range. Truth is not what I need from you, meals help, of course, Learned to hitch my ass, long ago, well before horse. If your funny...

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Dedicated to my favourite poet - Shelley If a tortoise, if a turtle You are never going to hurtle Witness how your limbs are placed Splayed east to west, all carapaced what if some meat-eating moron, Jonesing for a snack to gnaw on, sees you sumo-stepping by thinks "Hey look - a fresh meat pie"? Running will beget disaster You beat a hare so now...

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Roses are red, Purples are violet. Grammars of standard Your rhyme dictate why let?...

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A-crostic M-akes Y-ou S-ee A-s Q-uote U-ses I-mpressive D-oggerel O-de Topic: Birthday of Amy Saquido (June 15) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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