Best Ill Bred Poems

When your heart 
corresponds 
with your mind,
then, give it a shot,
you write 
back to me

what expressions 
you so badly 
need 
to bleed;

the characterisation 
of letters...

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Daisy was such a bossy old cow,
one who desired to rule the herd.
Her opinions were so highbrow
the others dared not moo a word!
 
Daisy would...

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Vultures feed off the dead,
therefore we are worried
seeing them overhead,
as fearful thought spirals,
hovering in our head.

Vultures feed off the dead,
so it’s time to reflect
on dark...

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Goodness me, fiddle dee dee and la de dah
Mary turned into a black sheep, baa baa baa
That naughty little lamb
Has contrived a big scam
She's gone...

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I looked up the word 'boor' in my Funk n' Wagnalls to verify the truth.
I found that, "A 'boor' is one who's ill-bred, crude and...

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The gods’ privilege is never to die,
the men’s tragedy is most die 
at some point in time of their life’s cycle.

The gods’ tragedy is gods...

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You crawled out of her innocent womb 
Kicking , begging and screaming
But it is too late for you to be redeemed 
You were born evil...

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With my usual paucity of luck I was assigned to seat 34B.
I wanted to be left in peace but as you see, 'twas not to...

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Armadillo


Armor placed upon a knighted
Rat, defender of the gold, not the
Man whose crown adorns it.
Addled pretender to the throne,
Dunce, in hidden jesters robe
Ill bred, ill...

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Broken Heart

I was standing right there in your corner
With you
With all the creepy cobwebs dangling and
The scary spiders lurking overhead.
I rubbed your back when you...

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With shouts of glee, twin hellions fled
across the park while I would tread
behind them. Always it was me
who had responsibility
of them, who acted so ill-bred.


They...

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An unsociable, ill bred, unrefined man.
And his captious, callous, long-suffering, old spirit.
Cadaverous and frail amidst the morning walk of thier land.
Wheezing from the years of...

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Bewail paltry ministry that gentle breeze ch aunt.
Impatience and dream hack milestone and whisper, a hailstorm of ornery ilk hum.
Go by the gentle breeze and...

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We saw and yet ignored
the evident mistake,
being indifferent 
or perhaps well mannered,
having nothing at stake.

We saw and yet ignored,
what the verse left unsaid;
thinking but not...

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pilgrim turkeys sensing dread

scurry into an old shed

farmer hear our plea

nest we in a tree

and dear friend we are ill bred.
...

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