Best Fouled Poems

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in...

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Ride of the Scarecrow Clan

(To: Mittens) 

She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep...

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I found the bottle lying on a dune of wind-swept sand,
And I brushed the grains upon it with a weak and trembling hand,

I was crazy-mad...

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1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by...

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If love is a game I need a referee
If sex is a game I want instant re-play
I played the game of life but fouled out
Life...

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As I lay on sodden ground
Silence reigns, 
There lays no sound.

I feel no pains
I have no displeasure
My heart interlocked by chains.

I feel great and euphoric...

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There once was a princess
so beautiful,
That all those who beheld her
Wanted her hand forever

There was, at this time,
A White Knight
In shining armor
(save a few tarnish...

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State Championship on the line.
Today I have been shooting just fine.
When I got the ball I yowled.
“The defender on me has just fouled”.
Two free throws...

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'Shorty', they called him from the very first grade in school.
He was seldom chosen for any game as a general rule.
He'd reached his maximum height...

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The tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim
its needles all shriveling and dying, 
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

The cat destroyed the decorative...

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She still walks the streets that moulded the 
dimples in her smile,

the streets that had her sing a tale song 
tailored with a forged rhyme.

She's...

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A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we...

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HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69  
knotted together an icy storm wind 
that whipped False bay`s waves 
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal...

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Streets made me, that's why I bleed cement
Your hour has come, your time is spent
My strap spoils fools, expiration date
Class was in, you din't participate

Slide...

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Tragic tale of woodland magic
magic expounds on the tragic.
Dying unicorns are crying
crying unicorns are dying.
Hosts of fairies attend their ghosts
ghosts consoling those grieving hosts.

Clear streams...

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