Silly Abc Poems

From Russia with love

Russia is a strange and great country, not quite in Europe
and not quite Eastern, they react to mayhem but seldom
intimate it; for...

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for a little slander
The new president of America has told Europe to look after its own defense which means NATO without the USA’s help becomes...

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Those mice got hit twice, 
I could no longer be nice. 
To those sneaky little mice, 
Who keeps trying to steal my rice.
...

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The rat ate the hat, 
The cat chased the rat. 
The lazy cat sat down on the mat,
Just so that the cat could eat the...

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Every so often
sometimes in life, we make a path that we realize was made by others to trap us into doing what they want
it feels...

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Bitter bitty Betty bullied brute Billy
Choosing caustic comments, some so silly
Disgusted, divorced Danny deemed her a dilly.
Eventually evading Ernest, Eddie, Elyse and Elly
Forever forcing Freddie...

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By nature, zetetic,
he doubted the yetic,
but xenogenetic? That just seemed absurd.
A known workaholic,
scoured feeds from Videtics,
but was unsympathetic, in a word.
At best, theoretic,
and in large...

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Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye,
Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try,
Choosing to believe, that which cannot be...

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Imagine a pig
In a big purple wig
Imagine a car
In the shape of a star 
Imagine a bear
Wearing a pink underwear
Imagine a fox
Wearing red,fluffy socks
Imagine a...

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Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye,
Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try,
Choosing to believe, that which cannot be...

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I really didn't want to face you
I thought I could replace you
You constantly on my mind 
Feel like I can chase you
If I keep on...

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Amazeballs
Backhanded
Calibration


AP: 2nd place 2020

Submitted on February 19, 2019 for contest A THREE WORD POEM sponsored by BOBBY MAY  -  RANKED 2ND...

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It was late afternoon in September,
Stephen laid a blanket on the grass and opened a bottle of Pinot Noir,
He did this every year on the...

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Parting is such sweet sorrow, as someone once said
They could be sick and dying, or already dead
I’m holding heavy thought inside my head
And I’m waiting...

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Growing up in govan as a wain
We didny have much in they days 
But we'd wid never complain .
We were happy way wat Yeh geed
Nae...

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