Best Butters Poems

Butters Drippin’ From My Ears

Summer’s mostly over
I’ve not once mentioned Iowa corn.
It’s the symbol of the state
In which this rhymer’s born.

There are other places
That grows passable “sweet” corn.
I’ve eaten several others
But my druthers always torn.

In dead of winters dreary days
And it’s all the markets got
That...

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I’m no author, novelist or poet.
I’m just Me,
And don’t I know it.
I don’t need to be classified,
As long as I’m writing, I’m satisfied.

Typing out words, line by line,
I don’t care if they don’t rhyme.
I don’t care if my verses don’t scan:
I’m not always an Iambic...

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Trump Butters Up Players

We could see all of Trump's clutter;
Golf players up he did like to butter;
The final trigger;
Made hole bigger;
Would play deplorable with is putter.

Jim Horn
C'mon!!! You have to laugh at this one.

Jim Horn...

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