Best Carbuncle Poems

Wounds drained, opened, ingrained, rained, sprained, trained
In the midst of a family loss
Recriminations canned, fanned, planned, tanned
To fight the brute boss

Dressed up as justice cause
Disguised as implementation of lopsided justice
Pursued to discredit the family rose
Oppressed in the sluice

Where survival sap flows
In a bid to catalyze...

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My Uncle Carbuncle lived all alone,
In a very small house made all of stone.
No one called him or ever came by,
Just a hermit by choice, My Oh My!

My Mother's Brother and a real sad sack,
Had pus-filled bumps on his face and his back.
An affliction he...

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