Best Bunkers Poems
Edith was a saint in every sense of the word.
Things she endured today would be considered absurd.
Edith was a homemaker who stood by her man so near.
She tried to make Archie happy and keep him with a beer.
Archie was an old school, hard working type of man.
He didn't take to change and few people he could stand.
Archie was abrasive as sandpaper, Edith gentle as a dove.
Archie was a bigot that only a naive dingbat could've loved.
1/11/19
Trick or Treat, "Edith get the door," yells Archie!!
"Oh Archie they are so cute come and look Please."
"Shut up Edith just give them their stupid candy, will ya?"
" I'm not dealing with Meathead, you, and these brats all night, Na"
" Edith don't give Snickers bars, they're my favs, are you crazy?"
Michael Tor
Inspired by Lin Lane
Archie Bunker was
a rude SOB he starred
in a sitcom called All
In The Family. He had
no manners and
treated his wife Edith
like she was dumb,
but Edith was smarter
than him...
...to Charlie Hebert, (RIP), my father-in-law,
with respect and affection
Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway
he fusses and frets with his lie;
he's been here for ever commanding the course,
ever since you and I were knee high.
Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes
for the chance to play just one more round,
replacing his divots, observing the rules
and keeping his feet on the ground.
Always nattily dressed he is ready
to tee up and go for the green;
the young guns are anxious to unseat old Chuck,
but he's crafty and wily and mean!
It's the day of the championship and he's all ready
to teach these young men how to play;
at the turn he's ahead with a three under par,
he'll show them, he'll have the last say!
On the final hole two men are tied for the lead,
they are edgy as each eyes the pin;
Jim misses his putt, it goes wide to the left,
and Charlie makes par for the win!
CODA
In the clubhouse they congratulate the old boy on his score,
he thanks them from the bottom of his heart;
here's to Charlie then, to bunkers, to bad lies and to rain,
to another shot at glory when he climbs aboard the cart!
Basement Joe and bunker Trump-harlots for the soul of America
Bunkers Bonkers
(we are our own archie enemy)
The nastiest fiction
has come to fruition
The cautionary tales
have tipped all the scales
The global minority
has declared their authority
The white man is God
and humanity is fraud
For Arthur
Its full of bankers and bunkers.' Tunnels are
Like holes in some cheese, it could well be
Emme-mental.? Or signs of a deeper disease?
Can i name it bunker nutrality.? Only if they don't play; in other regions politics.' Be they oh
So far away.' I get shivers just thinking.? Of
Whats on the map.? And whats being hidden
Do ever you think like that? Are you ok with
The clockworks.? Is tik-tok your scene.? Or
Do you smell a rat in the cheesefactory wow
That cannot be easily seen.' I've heard such
From Hoody.' And John Larter too.' I think it
Needs to be 'flushed out' now its over to all
Of youse.'