Best Ayes Poems

At our pub, a drunken blighter
Claimed to be, "The World's Best Fighter"
His wife was a nurse
And she won the purse
For being the best back-biter!...

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'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu,
Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe.

Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from...

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Watts gnu
Asked Sou

Knot much
Said Dutch

Ewe're late
Four date

Takes walk
Small talk

Tries hug
Slugs mug

Steels kiss
Near miss

Street car
Two bar

Byes bier
Ayes blear

Holds hand
Grate band

Lets dance
Know chance

Yew're drunk
Yew punk

He heaves
She leaves

Head...

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O foolish Amerikan klan,
who hath Klux bewitched thee with pale poof?

Kluless to the celestial truth,
Love immutable is infinity grand

Children of the Aryan band,
what doth the...

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I realize

I have real eyes

That see real lies—

     ~Nearsighted
          (rule of law)

...

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After all is said and done, cliché style
(Forgive me if this does not rhyme, I'm moving
Past rhyme for the sake of rhyme)
You will have gone...

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Part I – Plow’s New Home

He was squiggly and fat with dark round eyes.
The auctioneer held him up, but no ayes!
HE MUST HAVE BEEN ABLE...

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A tale of two twins ...


Kit:	That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I...

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Consonant Like A Vow (el)

Now ma nada twirly (to early) twittering 
condolences to the esprit de corps, qua 
(just recently) late John McCain, and his...

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"Limpid pools of prevarications laid down and to the left.The ayes and nays of what lay between us , belie sweet spoken claims of truth.A...

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Crack-ed craniums,  splintered personalities
Neural pathway of coping escape
led to a padded place for shattered identities

Disposable souls, which fell thru the cracks,
became ill weeds of...

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Reed Four Sound
(a homophobic poem)
By Franklin Price
4/26/2015

Reed four sound 
Knot Goode grammar
Here watts hear
On my pinned paige
Eye right it hear
Fore ewe two sea
Cud bee a...

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one day like this, wasn't I Before..

none as much as I am had been,

if I may ask, who so more like me...

I lived mine and...

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You would have known
If you'd had the sense to have lingered long
Enough to have figured out how things worked
And what gave weight to matters of...

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Is she the one? my daughter asks
Of a mom not ready for the tasks
Of always knowing the words to say
Or the one to choose this...

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