Best Eugene Poems

I am self proclaimed real swinger
My name however, for a Nerd is a dead ringer
I have perfected the War Craft game
On Micro Soft computer applications, I can put anyone to shame
I am not into testosterone things such as fuel injectors
Secretly for Christmas I want a...

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A shiny forest of an armpit
By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit;
A quick verifying touch of this
By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis
Also brandishing a moist pelvis,
For long months now excused by Doris 
His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend 
But clearly seeking its abrupt end.

Anew, Elvis investigative finger
Goes for The Sticky Feeling...

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Eugene, I love you!
Tatyana, I’m not the one for you.
Tatyana, forgive me, I beg of you,
Now I see I can’t live without you!
Eugene, forget me, I beg of you,
I’m married now and not for you!

That is a comic poem, inspired by the novel in verse...

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When my uncle married your daughter in 1975, you became his father-in-law.
Your daughter gave birth in 1979 and that was when you became a grandpa.
You lived long enough to see your great-great-grandchild, that's a privilege that many don't receive.
You raised a family and you were...

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A dazzling forest of an armpit
By watchers paired up with cesspit,
A moment's confirming touch of this
By much displeased hell - raising Doris,
Sure it would puncture Marital Bliss
And all day keep her courting a hiss;
More so, her unhygienic Elvis;
Issues has with The Vilest Pelvis...

No longer The...

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He says his name is Gene Pool,
right away I know he is probably American,
there are few to no males
called Gene elsewhere.

Yes I recognize him instantly.
My friends could have all recognized him.
Dogs with their wet noses attuned to the moistness
of blood, sweat and tears would affirmed...

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Dedicated to a good friend
He’s there when you need a friend.
He’s there when you need a shoulder to cry on.
He’s there when you need someone to talk to.
He’s there when you need him.
He’s there when everyone gives up and leaves.
He’s there for support.
He’s there for...

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Figure it factual,
the gingham dog and the calico cat
did NOT eat each other up like the Dutch clock told the story.

Because of loud snoring,
Old Dutch clock had stuffed cotton in his ears;
and the Chinese plate? sound asleep on a warm rock by the fire.

What really...

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