Best Dung Poems

Surly Sally slipped and lost a flip flop
at a hearty party in a bungalow with Billy.
while dancing and prancing to hip hop
whirling and twirling and spinning silly.

Can you reverse and remember the flop she flipped?
Well it ludicrously landed in the party punch bowl.
Nobody noticed while...

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An article about a dung beetle
Says they devour matter that’s faecal
Imagine eating pooh 
It’s what dung beetles do
The fetor of their breath must be lethal!

08-19-17...

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This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal
Now Beetle's tale's done no need for a sequel.
They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal
Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal.

In fields green and fetal past signs with a decal
He'd meet Sheetal the...

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Ding skipped and skipped and skipped
Dong hopped and hopped and hopped
Dang ran and ran and ran
Dung jumped and jumped and jumped

they laughed in tune
they played in chime

Ding Dong Dang Dung

the bells rung the bells rung

with a skip 
with a hop 
with a run 
with a...

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Stinch is my weapon
Rolling my prize possession
In a perfect ball...

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Cow-dung cakes getting sold in a blink, 
So it seems in India one may think. 
Duly gift-wrapped and given,
To get with someone even,
Pretty sweet revenge proves with that stink!
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Online shopping seems to have taken India by storm that would include even cow-dung cakes-- one of...

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Morning comes with a smack around the ear hole
Shaking me to the foundations of my sole
The morning meeting at 9 am
Is like the sound of a bell sent up from hell
As all parties take their seats
Competing as if they were in the Olympic qualifying heats
Musical...

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A beetle races from its deep hiding
To gather more food for the morning!
Amidst its fields of fruits and bananas,
In the open plains of African savanna.

A tiny black bug, glowing in the sand
It shoots across the sun-dried land
Busy pace and not enough time,
to roll back a...

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Mr. Camel is fascinated by his friend Dilbert Dung Beetle’s diet.
He thinks eating up excrement, feces and manure is a riot.
It is tasty! Delicious! You should try a salty elephant pie!
Dilbert Dung Beetle says. You would love it if you gave it a try!

Mr. Camel...

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Do not condemn anyone as poor,
Today, they are poor,
Tomorrow they will not be rich -
Lord can not tell it himself.

They are like precious stones,
If they are taken care of,
Then they will continue to blaze,
They may be reasonably appreciated because they are not negligence.

The pond which...

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They smell the roses
And aroma from afar
Yet Dung smells the ****...

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The  woman married at a young age
to the eldest son of a farmer-
my maternal uncle and neighbor.

Usually, she woke up early at the crow's caw
and swept the dirt floor of the house with a broom
often wiping it with water and a nura ( wet...

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I have never seen such a supervillain in my life.                                   ...

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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound! 
Nineteen times before the sour dregs 
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain. 
She...

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taste my pencil fingers.
can you taste the poem I wrote for you?
the poems I may still write?
why the sour look?
tastes like scat?
sorry wrong hand....

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