Additions Poems - Poems about Additions

Breathe. Here we go again: derogatory language and fighting. Breathe. I told you not to speak to me but to try your best to disempower me. Breathe. I don't particularly appreciate yelling and don't like cursing. Breathe. We can talk like two adults, and can't this toxicity be enough? Breathe. For better or worse, with the worst days, I'm living. Breathe. Here I go, justify all...

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If anyone would like to have some community fun, please send me a limerick(s) in a comment or soup mail. The famous Blarney Stone, some can't resist When in Ireland, it's on tourist's checklist But do not be deceived If it's to be achieved Some help from friends you might want to enlist It's said, once kissed you'll have...

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Date: May 2050 Damian returned home early morning Back from another visit with Dolly. Still Early misty May morning another Dawning. 2050! The newborns triplets were Sleeping. Damian was peeping. He would Have to travel the airways one last Trip to collect the rest of his family. Dolly Was scheduled for discharge soon. At the nursery he...

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If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me. Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks She sounds like a mad dog who barks and barks Geeze, lady, give it a rest Your thinking is oppressed I'm sure some of your undies have skid marks She's knocking limericks about our toilet humor Bet her poop stinks,...

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Limricks prompted by a comment made by someone today It's a fact, and no longer just a rumor Some soup people barf at toilet humor Have you sniffed your own butt It stinks so keep it shut Pessimism must be your perfumer No one would believe that you never fart Gas explodes from your hiney, a la carte Your butt cheek noises...

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Too many hurricanes are causing havoc this season. We might as well have a limerick collaboration about them since they seem to be in the news. Please join in by sending me your limerick in a soup mail or email. Hurricane Maria is the latest ole windbag She'll huff and puff till her eye walls...

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