Best Inbred Poems

You call the police on my son 
You pull a knife, he has a gun 
You call my wife a tramp, I call you a loser 
I drive an Escort, you drive a junked up Cruiser 
I ask my wife what's for dinner, she says...

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Luck 'tis said lies bobbling in Guinness head
The more you savor, the more luck you spread
With songs, banter, tales and jokes
Better done by Irish folks
Born to lilt a story, laughter inbred....

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I went and got myself a loaf of bread
When I went home I put it up and went to bed
Early in the morning I went to get something to eat
I saw something moving under a sheet
I lifted it up and I couldn't believe what I've...

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When I tell people that my name is Justin Bred,
they think that I'm a hick with no brain in my head.
Everybody who I know thinks that I'm married to my sister.
When they see us together, they ask why they've never seen me kiss her.
When people...

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Red is sunset and sunrise, sky splashed with red wine.
Red is hot flames, lava, coals in fire and molten metal gleaming.
Red is soft rose petals, cherries, lips, ripe tomatoes, raspberries and rosy complexion of cheeks.
Red is lusty hot, devilish, tempting and sinful. 
Red is blood...

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