Best Belch Poems

I heard the squelch of death again,
It had reached the gate of Heaven,
Conceived that pain, war midst the Host,
Of Angels, a Crown, Holy Ghost,
Shred into a scaled blazing red,
Merely produce the dying dead,
As they cannot hold their mouths closed,
Doom to grief, forever exposed,
Let them come...

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Can marrying Lydia
Be a good idea
Or one to shrug off
And from her keep off?

Lydia would men ride
In her Giant Pride;
Not blinking her eyes
Drop them chosen lies:
“From parched lands heard ‘squelch’;
Beer drinkers don’t belch!”

Is shunning Lydia
A Male Coward’s fear?
Her eyes on India
Like it should be “Now!”
She...

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