Best Clunk Poems

~ An Extremely Shallow Poem 
       with nothing significant
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New Year
Drinks Beer

Gets drunk
Heads clunk

Drink over
Hangover

Feels sick
Loo quick!

Is ill
Needs Pill

To bed
Sore head

Morning
Dawning

Feels sad
Looks bad

Want drink…
Rethink!

1st January 2015...

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I had an old auntie called Mable
Who could drink men under the table
She’d tell folks of her gout
Sup up six pints of stout  -
then...

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THE DRAGLINE  for Pete Brett 

One hundred foot boom 
 7-½-yard bucket 
The tracks are like 
 Ones on the tracks of a tank
They...

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I once knew a crazy old man Uncle Hanky P. Hunk. 
He had the dirtiest house, the drabbest bunk.
I think that he was often kind...

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It was a Wednesday;
a day woven 
into prison blankets and dish towels.
A day to assess hours unnoticed.
A time of trivial hungers.

The hard heft of earlier...

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I’ve been told
“things work out for the best”
in that way each of us
Divinely blessed 

God in control they say – 
if only Time didn’t hurt…

I...

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Born into a life of poverty crime and squalor
where hunger and cold winds bite
and disease is rife
and it was a daily battle to stay alive
and...

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How unparticular the day had particularly been,

On March the third of two-thousand and eighteen,

For the caretaker at an historic Adirondack Inn,

Had lacked company, and therefore,...

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TO TAME A SHREW


Tunke Tunke Tunke
I dragged her along and into the trunk
Clunk clunk clunk, 
I hear some screaming from the Tunke

I drove away, in...

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oh hello-
my name is frigidair   and I am
a (retro) refrigerator
  for food
I have been in this apartment
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It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.

As I opened my eyes in a stink...

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Why can't I do it how I want to do it?
Been told my rhymes are sophomoric - at best
I may violate pentameter but I write...

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Young Timmy saw Jim walking down the street.  Timmy considered a quick retreat, but steadied himself with a shrug.  Timmy dreaded the sight...

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In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old...

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