Best County Poems

(Spenserian Sonnet) 

A flagrant man is Robert Brown, a swine;
his eyes glow red like ember coals of fire.
Will fate be kind or bring him bitter brine
and will his soul the evil one require?
Did in pretense he seek to prove desire
and rise to plant a kiss...

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In my travels late one night 
upon a country road
Across the fields and in the distance 
something surely glowed
Perhaps a fire over there? 
Though I could smell no smoke
'Go and take a closer look' 
a voice inside me spoke

The road ahead, by happenstance 
directly brought...

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Summer swelter on an August night
You can feel the heat in the air
Carnival lights and cars in the grass
It’s time for the county fair
French fries and burgers
Candy cotton sticky fingers
Ferris wheels, spinning wheels
The memory still lingers
Dust on your shoes
As we walked holding hands
Kids fishing for...

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There's a gonna be a crimson moon tomorrow night...

Me and Delroy, heading down Witcher at half past midnight. Our destination: Witcher Redemption Church of Christ. It's been pouring like crazy since ten. Lightning streaks are giving the church steeple with its twenty foot cross an...

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No saints amongst us write a father’s song,
He writes his own which claims no innocence,
As tones of sadness urge he move along,
His pen now takes the stand in his defense;
Atop the desk where sit respondent’s words,
Are pictures taken of his darling girls;
For them he’d fight...

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With cotton candy 
Pink and dandy,
Funnel cakes, sweet
All you can eat

A Ferris wheel 
To make you squeal,
The carousel 
Sure looks swell 

Toss a ring
To win something, 
Pop a balloon 
You'll get it soon

Try to get that prize
Go for the biggest size,
Win a pet if you...

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In a small gold rush town sipping on ale
Mark Twain once overheard a bartender
Made himself famous by penning this tale
A frog jump contest with a large wager
Decided outright when one frog didn't jump
The contest over before it could start
Obvious that the bullfrog seemed too plump
Buckshot...

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The thought of "dwarf tossing" I abhor
But a leaping frog will make me roar
   In Calaveras County
   They leap to collect bounty
Hillbillies watch as moonshine they pour

To leap the farthest takes stamina
Mixed with a good dose of enema
   Hoots...

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After a wonderful late afternoon walk in the park, 
my wife and I moseyed over to the Japanese Hibachi Grille for some dinner. 
What we got into was some good old fashioned drama down at BeniHana...

You see, I got me a fetish for shiny cookware,...

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Thought I'd write about something naughty

I'm good at it as you very well know

It comes from decades of ogling these ladies

And watching them put on a show

Seduced a young filly, jail bait for sure

Got away with it, but what an encounter

With tons of raw energy,...

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He said you know today will be a day we can spare so
We’re going down to the county fair

So I’m happily calling off work just 
Because lately my boss has been a jerk
And I need some fresh air

And I know that hot, hot sun will...

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I’m in Cook County Jail and don’t know why
All because of a devious lie
When I bend for the soap
It’s the only one not on a rope
The one eyed pirate gets a poke in the eye...

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Summer’s golden blade does thrust
its effervescent golden musk,
and into  wheaten fields’ did trust,
a volley of  ethereal rust, 
caught by tempered, evening gust

Cart and horse they trot out forth,
spilling damsels, on the stones,
clouds and mayfly drift off  north,
bees for nectar send out drones,
later,...

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How exciting to walk down the midway
with all the crowds, the vendors to hear what they say.
    
Oh look to your left, it's all the games!
Many people playing them, all variety of names.
    
To our right are the many...

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Billy the Kid was living an honest life as a ranch hand.
He was employed by John Tunstall, an immigrant Englishman.
Mr Tunstall gave Billy his own horse, rifle and full saddle gear.
When he presented them to the Kid, Billy held back his tears.
"What's wrong son?" Mr...

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