Best Foolishness Poems

(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely," I was napping, cold noodles, I implore!

But the Raven, "Nevermore."

Deep...

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Age 51 is often when one’s unable,
To buy the status quo, it’s old and needs mending.
New sports car, how youthful!  Refuting the label,
Of premature old age, gray hair pending.
Girl friends need to be added to the stable,
Young women, their company lending,
Immortal aura when sharing...

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There was a man from Nilkhet,
He used to put his money into his pocket.
While he was working at his store,
He heard someone nocked on his door,
He didn't know how did he pick pocket!...

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Fool, you borrowed time from fate
Obeisance was wrong indeed
Objected nothing and moved on
Lotus was your favorite fruit 
Irrationality was a kind of madness
Sarah warned, " Be careful, son! "
Harry, your pal, spoke like her
None seemed unreachable or vain
Enthralled by many false visions
Surges of panic and...

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There are times,when I can get too serious,
unrelenting,I suppose is my characteristic fashion.
but,venting in such a manner,is better than becoming furious,
especially when there's nothing but, jukin'n jivin,duckin'n dashin',
all for the sake of,"the gimmegoogoos",goggling,
drooling'n strolling for their next bamboozling...

Supposing that we all have our own version...

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Ah, had I been much wiser
and taken mom more seriously,
I wouldn't have called her a miserable whiner!


I shiver remembering my behavior so bizarre and childish,
and quite often I got punished
for hanging out with kids who were too fresh.


Mother screamed as a maddened woman saying, 
"Get...

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Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus:
I remember listening to an orator on a city bus: 
he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters;
he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charlatans,
exposing themselves as hallowed saints in a niche,
when they should have been thrown into...

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He wasn't such a bright kid,
big ideas filled his head...
my advice was always useless,
see him now in his madness!


He thought he was a genius,
flashing hundred dollars bills as fools, 
and spending money on silly things,
he didn't appreciate their worthiness.


And worst of all, he quit his...

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every year these streets get hotter and more cats burn
in and out of the beast belly taking turns
too many stories on lost potential
all they know is iced grill, steel,and street credentials

I not a hypocrite I'm well aware of what I did
walking that fine line between...

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Jesus death and resurrection, foolishness

To the world that worships self and success

Most would consider it to be a total mess

But to those that believe, it was done to bless...

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A rose is flower
   No matter the shade
       Be it yellow or red, makes it no less
                Which shade is superior? None!

An...

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I haven’t yet determined if optimism is a trait for the brave
Or for the weak
Many people use this word
When everything seems bleak
But what it is really?
Is it involuntary or imaginary?
How can one even believe
In something they cannot conceive...

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(to be read out loud)


I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
	nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
	gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.

I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
	wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
	wookie worker's rum rum rum.

Woo...

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Selfies

Loony's got a blister on her chin.
Poor Looney! May the world weep with her.
She's torn by trouble; she just can't win;
God Bless her soul.

Loony's got a blister on her chin,
Where the dimple  used to be.
But Loony's still got her share of men;
She's pretty as...

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Klaus is a ravening louse
WHO is his edict-ing house
Where he whips errant fantasy out
There he acts world bell-weather
Strutting and foaming of mouth

His offering Though's really small
A magnifier; here is the call.'
The maiden did shout
What's the slug all about?
So he slid through a crack in the...

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