Best Got Whooped Poems

Miss Muffet sat upon a velvet stool
I know 'twas a tuffet; learned that in school
But Muffy was the tart
Who broke the spider's heart
I'm telling the...

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I was dancing and prancing 
And singing whooped Dee Dee
Not realizing I was not alone
Until he opened his shirt to me

He threw out the mayo,...

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Absurd situations amuse me; they get written into poems.
Foolish generalizations about groups of people infuriate me; 
they also get written into poems.
All Irish, all whites,...

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We got a bubble machine and rigged it up a bit.
To the cow water trough, it was a really tight fit.
Come on! I urged Bubba,...

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She pumped the air and whooped,
'The holidays are through!'
She danced a jig, she spun,
and did a moonie too.
The grinning mother yelled,
'They're back to school again!'
But...

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Heavy heart 

Die  die
The fear in my eye
I can hide behind this badge
It will protect me and mines 

Is this how you feds think
Is...

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Karl Marx was a historian and scholar
  Groucho Marx whooped it up and hollered

    Both of them were starved for attention
...

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We are young
Love to sing the red maple’s sorrow
Love to ask why people are so busy
Love teasing merchants as they crazily whooped 
Sometimes we see...

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As dad and I trod over the newly tilled fields
Feeling warmed by the prospect of the day’s work
His eyes aglow within those granite features
I followed...

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I believed those cartoons when Popeye whooped Bluto.
If you're wondering if it was real, the answer is hell no.
When I watched those cartoons, I was...

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Wacky Willie whittled while whistling weirdly
Widow Winnie winced at Willie's wacky whistling-
And wrecked Willie's weird wooden whittled whistle.......


Woefull winded grandchildren whooped with delight...
If you havent...

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For eons, as a spirit on this earth
I’ve dwelt; I still recall the autumn‘s cold
when I was human on this new year’s birth,
that “hallowed eve”...

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Influenced by "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" and "The Rape of the Lock," my goal is to write this completely in iambic meter with...

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—The sense of sound—

He was curious, he opened the door,
he heard a scream, then he yelped.

He suddenly banged the door,
someone cawed from behind the door,

it...

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Screamin’ Bill Wilcox was quite a man,
Carved from a block of stone
With a face of leather, deeply tanned
And a voice you could hear in Rome.

A...

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