lol. get click baited.
there isn't no poem.
just me.
and you.
and your thoughts.
hmm...
I have an idea!
how about a game?
duck, duck, goose, how about that?
no? ok
just comment your favourite, food.
yeah, good enough game.
ok, get commenting.
I'm off.
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ok bye.
bible
slime block!
Of all the tales I've heard
And all ballads that I've read
It's one scary little word
That keeps sticking in my head
And unlike any other
This sets all tales apart
I'm here to tell you brother
Of the one and only Bart
Now Bart did most his livin'
In the nineteen eighties
Because was unforgiven
Spent some of it in Hades
Since Heaven didn't need him
For his wicked little ways
The Devil chose to bleed him
For the rest of his days
From the very beginning
He was Satan's biggest pawn
Cuz he does all his sinning
At night from dusk to dawn
You'd better catch your wind
And prepare for his attack
He'll pretend to be your friend
And then stab you in the back
If you haven't heard of him
I thought that I'd remind you
So like the rest of them
Look out! He's right behind you
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She watched, with beam hern showed hot spark
Sum say, she jumped up shouting "Bart"
Sun Time's said with jest
"Squirming, her blouse crests.
Stoned she, slipped out nips rough az bark"
*one would have to understand
'Limericks' to roll with this write
necessary punctuations i must admit
to ease the humor in... Lines 1,2, and 5
must ryhme, 3,4 likewise
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if one iz curious, please look up "Limericks"
I had a best friend whose name was Bart
All the girls thought he was cute and smart
Many wanted to date him
He often went to the gym
He’s single because of Mr. Fart
2/07/20
Alexis Y.
The mayor in our little town
Has grown old as he rules.
That's why what happened just last year
Made us all feel like fools.
The train slowed down and fin'ly stopped
Here in our little town.
A brown eyed beauty smiled and winked
An' stepped down on the ground.
She said, "I heard that Texas men
Can curl a young gal's toes.
I come all the way from Kansas
To find me one of those."
The saucy gal said, "Where's your mayor?
Seems like the place to start.
He'll know the single men in town.
I heard his name is Bart."
Next mornin' we all gathered round
To watch her catch the train.
But there she was on Bart's front porch
Singin' some old refrain.
She said, "Howdy boys, lovely morn!
Ol' Bart's just sleepin' late.
If you'd bring up my clothes and things
I'd sure appreciate."
Well, we was stunned to say the least
As we brung up her clothes.
Who'd have thought it'd be ol' Bart
To curl them Kansas toes...
August 22, 2016
Black Bart the PO8
Robbed Wells Fargo in Cal state
His lifestyle—his fate
Claimed his poetry
Not his robbery should have
Jailed him…snobbery
There was an old man on a cart,
Acquaintances knew him as Bart,
As he only ate beans,
He inflated his jeans,
And smelt of a permanent fart…
Inspired by She’s Like the Wind (which I misheard as She’s Got the Wind, lol)
For Giorgio’s A Song Inspires a Poem contest
Bart was a colorful fellow.
He liked to dress in bright yellow.
When asked why so bright,
He replied with delight,
"It keeps me from getting too mellow."
8/24/13
There once was a chauffeur called Bart,
Who had a Rolls that wouldn’t start.
He wanted to be green -
His boss was very mean -
So now he drives a horse and cart.
Why can't I change?
Searching for a change...
In my mind...
I'd have 2 rewind...
My tape's, and make a new...
Mixtape, with all my mistakes...
Take place...
In this KRAZY ass world...
Full of hurdels...
Obstacles & Chemicals
Make me unbalanced...
With KRAZY toughts...
Of my near future...
Very unseen...
Smoked out fortunes?
Lost in apoem...
Lost in written words,
Will never get heard...
Never understanding the pain
That a women goes thru
Because I am Man...
Growing into Old Age...
Without my elders,
I seek shelter...
And not a roof over...
My head...
But the guidance when
I feel dead...
Yes, when I feel dead
Cold - Hearted,
Wanted to be departed
From self...
KRAZY