Best Bail Out Poems

Words can be whimsical, a merry-go-round
They run in a circle, they bounce up and down
They play hide-and-seek, until they are found
Look how quickly the little...

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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,...

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To live in this country,
‘Twas brought home today,
It helps to be Christian,
Shoot weapons and pray.

On top of all that,
It’s a plus to be male -...

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STAMINA

Nowhere near a force of nature
Challenging a source of nature

Building with the will to survive
A small measurement for those who strive

Lessons when it comes to...

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ECHOES IN THE STONE

No one can turn back the hands of time
Reliving the war,  TEXAS her independence
The tombs so deep, where real hero's fought...

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It’s raining in the corner
Stripes upon the floor
Bloody knife in a barroom door
Drinking whiskey
From a hollowed out gourd
Full of wasps
That rage in my core
Old man...

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The new sheriff of Poetry Soup
 Rode into town on a horse named Snoop
 Jan was on his wanted list
 And the gang she did...

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In the saloon gambler Milton, rose from his leather chair to speak
And said we need to make changes for the good of Soup Creek
He read...

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The sheriff of Soup Creek has returned from Soup City once more,
after a run in with the judge, some bars and a concrete floor.
We cannot...

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In waiting rooms you sit and wait
And all the while anticipate
The calling of your name to learn
That finally, you’ll have your turn.

The TV drones, you...

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My Favorite Things comes to mind...


a random assortment, a jumble of words
a quotient of portions, quotidian served
quixotic strivings of the great deca-dense
obscured in meaning, eschewing...

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I had an old auntie called Mable
Who could drink men under the table
She’d tell folks of her gout
Sup up six pints of stout  -
then...

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children's laughter
 on the beach. . . 
storm clouds gather

  My husband, I, and our two teenaged children are enjoying a picnic when we...

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I'm not overly fond of receiving a family's annual gushing story,
In the form of a Christmas Letter stating that all is hunky-dory.
I received one the...

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Write a limerick of your own about a Muppet. 
If you post it in a comment or in soup mail to me, 
and I find...

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