Best Gargle Poems

Gargle with jelly 
Said my little nephew lenny
While making car noises 
Watching the Tele
Wanted to try it but he wouldn't let me
So I got a...

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She dresses the land down
in a virginal bridal gown 
a masterfully cut and sewn chenille 
shines brightly with a fine crystal appeal

Her assistants work quite diligently
to add special...

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Not-So-Heroic Couplets
by Donald Trump
care of Michael R. Burch 

To outfox the pox: 
kill yourself first, with Clorox!

And since death is the goal, 
mainline Lysol! 

No...

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Right now, I'm sat sideways in a big leather armchair
Of a type I'd like to own 
In a thinking space 
There's a storm outside
But the...

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Above...
rain and thunder
starts to upset the stomach of a now souring sky
it prepares itself to release a few tears
upon those seeking truth for their lies
in...

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Unquotable quotes – XIV

Don’t trouble trouble until trouble gobbles you ; don’t 
     rubble rouble until rouble rubbles you.
Don’t marry a...

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Gargle, glop, burble and glug, 
The sauce in the bottle was glued.
It oozed so slow, not wanting to leave,
To cover all of my food.

A thump...

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When Dentist Calls

Clear white tiny whirring brook spirals porcelain down
Monitored through forest of sharp hard objects
In a glare of concentrated artificial brightness
Stark forms, silver entities,...

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Maelstrom, O thou devil 
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise...

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Sex Advice For Men
          
Wear double rubbers 24 hours a day
Don’t have sex in boxer shorts
If...

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I walked along the street one day to see what I could find,
I looked for something interesting to stimulate my mind.

When suddenly appeared before me...

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i love the early morning rasp of his voice
the birthmarks and burn scars
midsummer skin
i love the sticky rash of lust
the way a heart ticks until...

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I thought to write a poem on a gristmill.
First I googled it, having never really heard that term before.
The “grist” part had conjured up for...

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At morning it starts with a day,
When everyone says yeah!

The milkman comes at the door and knocks,
And then the maid shocks.

I drink milk but before...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror...

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