Best Cullen Poems

There’s a man across the ward from me with a hearing aid that whines,
‘Old age coming on you see, I’m only seventy-nine.
Me hernia’s shot, and so’s me sight, my specs they’re thick like bottle.
But, I don’t smoke, though I used to
And… of course I’m teetotal.

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This is a parody of a poem by Countee Cullen displayed in my notes.


She thinks that Blond number seven
Will make her Zza Zza Gabor.
The herbal facial was like heaven;
The back rub was a chore....

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