Best Classed Poems

If I ruled the whole wide world there's so much that I would change
I wouldn't be Mr Popular and they'd think me somewhat strange
First thing...

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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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At Christmas he’s a busy chap -
and rarely has time for a nap
  But to his surprise
  He got a huge rise
When Mrs...

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For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.

You...

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Native American people had  a set rule of living
The men hunted and protected
The women, cook, child mind and made clothing
To maintain both was an...

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War is a time of great conflict 
bringing so much misery and suffering 
to a generation of people mistreated
on their knees in it's wake 
prayers...

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The Greek gods were egotistic, arrogant, jealous,
Said to be excellent lovers, fanatics, and zealous
About everything and anything, lounged around
Adorning places like Marathona, the Acropolis
The Parthenon....

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Poor Frosty was built upside down
and quickly he’s talk of the town
He’s not wearing his smalls
so folks see his snowballs -
his smile soon turns into...

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Grey gravestones stand erect like soldiers.
Fallen heroes in nameless graves,
they fought for king and country
and paid a heavy price
with their precious lives.
We should give thanks
and...

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A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool...

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True stories are often the saddest, so go to another poem if you 
are afraid of this one.
Seventy-five years ago a Mommy died leaving a...

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If you find yourself classed as being old, 
You may have in moments more lucid,
Looked at your situation from a rational point of view,
And taken...

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Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly;...

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She gazes forth, forlorn, her splendor inspired, her grieving vast 
It was three hundred years since the Bard of Avon did create
An ode to her...

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How plain it looks in morning sun
I hold it by the window's light, and palm it once again
It stirs my heart with tenderness, now fondly...

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