Best Hopped Up Poems

Coming from Texas, I knew he’d be loud
And soon I discovered that two is a crowd
Is that the privy? he asked of my house
When he...

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Once, a long ways away, and a long time ago
Lived a wee little man with his silly pet crow;
And once every day, as the sun...

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Coco the chocolate bunny,
was so soft, furry and funny.
Loved to fill her little tummy
with green veg ever so yummy!

A little shy with big brown eyes,
loved...

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He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He...

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When Billy Bob Bunny turned one,
his mama said, “Listen up, son.
I’m sure you could get
away from a net,
but beware the guy bearing a gun!

If a...

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Ferdinand the frog was as mute as a swan
as his friends hopped to school one by one 
he would sit on the rocks and silently...

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Spotted Fawn and I

I whispered quietly to you, just a foot away
"I am not here to harm you, just gathering
wild ramps on this limestone bluff"...

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I was a sitting duck when the tide came in.
No idea it would go past my chin.
I struggled and I flopped.
I bucked and I hopped.
It...

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So, once upon a time, there was a cat
that had no real home, and all alone,
she'd wander here and there amid the yards
in a community...

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A funny frog called Mr Snog,
once lived beside a slimy bog,
he was a most peculiar fellow,
his hat was red, his boots were yellow,
his waistcoat was...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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Before reading this one, please read one and two, it will help you make sense of the tale.

I became startled when the car came to...

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A Long, Long Time ago, there was a cricket whose name
was Blue, she was named after the sky that she loved so true. 
All day...

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At night Flossie often went cruising.
With men, she went way beyond schmoozing.
So freely she bed-hopped;
then one day her fun stopped.
How'd she get the clap? So...

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She was like Bordeaux,
a tall drink of spirit
He was more a hopped
pale lager like Pilsner, 
both gorgeous and
super gingered flavors,
although clashing mid
respective savored aplomb,
one so...

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