Best Britches Poems

The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar...

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I'm in me bath here, with a box of red cheer, 
yeah a box of red cheer, beer's too bloody dear.
Me mind's wanderin twixt big...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own...

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Your strongest day is standing
just outside your door. Let it in.

Each day the sun comes home to you 
it whispers with the wind
calling out your...

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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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Britches and snitches
Were out digging ditches
When out from the ground did appear
 
Gold that looked old
if the truth now be told
It was something someone would...

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Genie, I admit that I cannot believe it or conceive it,
and feel quite sure I must be dreaming or scheming it.
To submit, let me get...

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Took a trip off the beaten path.
Nothing modern in site.
Knee deep in the woods and to scared to laugh.

Blew a tire.
Met some dude that said...

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The air was thin and icy.
It was dark and cold outside.
A blanket of snow covered the ground.
The footprints in the snow led the way.
We loaded...

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You, poet, poetess...
ARE THE EYES OF THE WORLD!

Now that I've got your attention... let's sail to avenues where few too many 
cooks infuse attitutudes, burn...

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She asked him, "Why are you drinking
Before it's 9 am"?
He told her not to worry
She said, "Damn! You're drunk again".

She said that she was tired
Of...

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All is quiet, my corner still safe.
Ten more pounds, I’m beginning to chafe.
I’ve chewed the couch and the lazy boy chair.
I look like a hippy...

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Like a virgin to stressed messes surging,
I struggled with bridges on parental ridges
when I wore both Mom and work britches.
Young years adhered pleasure steered twitches
but...

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Down in the crypt where the caskets lie
And dust stirs up when trucks go by
Giggling sounds, not moans and groans
From the tomb of Skelton Bones

When...

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Hi folks. The name's Ike. 
'Member me from my other writes?
check 'em out if you'd like.

Me and the Missus, Jane here, jest wanted to say...

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