Ands Poems - Poems about Ands

Some neighborhoods have to have your color pallet approved. You can have gray, tan or light beige, but no snazzy colors that moved. Oranges and reds are frowned on, and purples are put in a sad place. To mention the word emerald would be more than a major disgrace. These houses look the same in a sea full of...

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Certainly. There's lotsa stuff that's no more. Certainty, like death, is forever. Change stops when you're dead. Change does just that, keeps changing. You can give up smoking yet you can't give up changing. Gave up smokin' fifty years ago. Cigarettes, ash trays, things of my past. There's something about ashes everyone eventually ends up there. Many of us make ashes of ourselves. These Ifs surely can...

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An A.P.* who was filling in To read aloud on Zoom Just grabbed a book his own kids faved And thereby met his doom. The second graders loved it But it didn’t make the cut With his boss, because the title talked Of needing a new butt. The humor’s aimed at children And describes, in certain parts, The different types of derrieres And also talks of...

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Life should never include ifs, ands, or butts Especially the butts, they're made for those who lust There's something about anuses Attached to gorgeous waitresses Maintain your composure, remain calm you must...

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Some days are diamond, some days are diamonds Hey wait! Somethings wrong, each man is an island What's good for some Some fall on their bum For me, it's diamonds, no ifs, ands, or hyphens (Hyphens? Well it sorta rhymes doesn't it!!!)...

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Some days are diamonds, some days are diamonds Hey wait! Somethings wrong, each man is an island What's good for some Some fall on their bum For me, it's diamonds, no ifs, ands, or hyphens © Jack Ellison 2015 (Hyphens? Well it sorta rhymes doesn't it!!!)...

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The front of my building has bushes But also unfortunate gluts Of something invasive and ugly – A mountain of cigarette butts. I’ve never seen somebody toss one – I doubt if my tongue could be held – For such utter contempt for the garden Is certainly unparalleled. Though smokers must bide by restrictions, On streets they may puff as they please; So...

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