Best Ice Pick Poems

Old man winter slaps at the soul.
But my spade is smiling and sharpened.
I was born in Buffalo.
So, my bones are made from ice picks.
The heart pumps out rock salt by the bowl.
I've been through blizzards, chewed on black ice.
Hopscotched over downed power lines. 
Drank from...

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There once was a jockey from Reykjavik
Who'd hit his horse with a freeing ice pick -- 
   The horse, it would stumble
   The jockey, he'd grumble --
"Shut-up, you old nag, I've a charcoal brick!"...

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Oh, my, look at all the flavors
What are you getting
I'm not hungry
Come on, I'm paying

Here's your share
I've divided the pie equally
Ah, ah, ah, but dinner first
No sweets before meal

Your system is wrong
You need too much help
Greens and no treats
Will fix your flow

Bloated, taxed, no way
Out...

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