Best Bunker Poems

"Edith!  Edith!   I didn't find a Twinkie in my lunch bucket today!
What happened, Dingbat?   Why do you torture me this way?"
"But Archie, ain't you seen on TV they ain't makin' 'em anymore?
The company is foldin' up and they ain't stockin'...

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Archie Bunker served in Italy during Dubya Dubya Two,

   And was wounded by an enemy gun that was aimed, Oh! so true!

      He won the Purple Heart and was reluctant to talk about his scar, but,

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Last Saturday night I dropped by for a few beers at Kelsey's Bar.
Archie Bunker was there, drinkin' beer and chompin' on a nickel seegar,
Expoundin' on religion and his pinko, atheist son-in-law, Meathead!
If you dared to contradict him, he'd tell you right off to drop dead!

"Edith...

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Archie Bunker at the Pearly Gates

By Elton Camp

Archie almost died at the loading dock
The experience, to him, quite a shock
“If the crate hadn’t missed, I’d be dead”
The scary thought ran through his head

That night he had a most troubling dream
Because completely real to him it...

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I don’t mean to bust Archie’s hump.
He meant well, the simple old chump,
   But damn, how buffoonish
   His views, so cartoonish,
In short, he’d have staunchly liked Trump!


(Written February 2, 2019, for Joseph May's Limerick 4 contest.)...

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To some he was a punk,
to others quite a mystery.
A jailbird and a drunk?
A fan of film and fistery?
But now that he’s defunct,
finally, Bunk is history....

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There once was a man named Archie
Definitely not so starchy
Ridicule his best gift
Supremacy his lift
An upper hand controlled Archie

Bunker was his family name
Superiority his game
He put intellect down
Made Michael wear a frown
And his viewers flush with red shame

Syllables checked. 
Written: 02/14/2019...

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Dear Archie,

It's best you find your bunker

The world as we know it

Has certainly gone asunder

Political correctness

Don't it make you wonder

If we should be taking names

And writing down their numbers

Oh and Archie,

Lucky now your six feet under

Out of lightenings range

And all the man made thunder

Those were...

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Archie had words for each situation,
he would say them without hesitation;
like my sediments meat head,
or in a pigs dye, he said;
my bus has sailed was his explanation !


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February 5, 2019

Poetry/Limerick/Archie Bunker 
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1172-670-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, ...

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A cranky old man that rules his household
from his armchair. There isn't one he doesn't scold.
With jabbing comments and taunts;
feels he can say what he wants.
A shameful big mouth, hardheaded and bold.


His chauvinist views; women with boobies
were created to make meals and babies.
He still lives...

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Archie had words for each situation,
he would say them without hesitation;
like my sediments meat head,
or in a pigs dye, he said;
my bus has sailed was his explanation !


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February 5, 2019


Poetry/Limerick/Archie Bunker
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1112-339-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Limerick...

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Archie Bunker, blunderer;
Lived life wishing for thunder.
The praise never came;
Had himself to blame;
Archie was no, free-thinker.


Written 2-14-19...

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She cried on national television
A plea that broke my heart
Her baby clung so tightly
In the bomb shelter they embarked.

Once, I experienced such turmoil
No baby on my side
While she is in a bomb shelter
A bunker is where I'd hide.

Sadly, I was a “killer,”
Where she pleads to...

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Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant 
     Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines
     Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction 
     Crumple of coastal community permits my gains


      Grim...

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"FUNNY MEMORIES"
                 THE SWEET REMEMBRANCE 

SWEET MEMORIES MAKE US HAPPY,
MEMORIES ARE TREASURES,IF THEY ARE FUNNY.
WE ALL HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES,
THOSE,THAT WE OFTEN CHERISH.
SWEET MEMORIES ARE NOT JUST BERRIES,
THAT,AFTER THE...

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