Best Injun Poems

[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among our friendly group
I myself am partial to some tasty asian food 
I hope you’ll see my tale as fun and...

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I’m Huck, and my last name is Finn.
On the great Mississippi I’ve been
playing hooky from school
‘cause there ain’t any rule
that can keep Huckleberry caged in.

I bet that you’ve already read
about the fun life that I’ve led,
how I got a bad foe
that they called Injun Joe
and...

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Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.

Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing 'Super Elite 4' when they might be watching
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The Lone Ranger and Tonto strode into saloon
To get out of the sun and heat of the noon

They stood at the bar; their thirst the beer quenching
When through the doors came a cowboy crashing

He asked in a puff ‘Whose white horse is outside?
He’s down on...

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THE BULLET TREE

No one knows how long the bullet has been lodged in the big    old maple tree
Mr. Ailey claims he knows    but    Mr. Ailey is an old    old man
No one  ...

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And, now I lay me down to sleep,
For another wretched night of counting sheep!
Lord, should I expire before I awake,
Please allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!

The cat has leaped upon the bed,
And snuggles closely nigh my head,
Purring as loud as a Mack truck diesel...

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THE BULLET TREE

No one knows how long the bullet has been lodged in the big    old maple tree
Mr. Ailey claims he knows    but    Mr. Ailey is an old    old man
No one  ...

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RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 2)

             Stanza  I
COQ knows best how to pluck the wayward chicken
Quill by feather each pock-mark telltales French skill
Twisted beck wan crooked claws...

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The day seemed no different 
From the ones that pasted before
Heat, dust and wind
Made living here a chore 
We haven't had a drop of rain
For as long as I remember
It seems to me 12 years ago
From this past December

This dusty little town 
Wasn't much for...

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Mexico again and more Injun and back to Mexico,
Tick off Lakota, Dakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho,
The Great Sioux War and lots more fuss before we invade Brazil,
Let’s hop around some islands first (punch out the Yaqui as well)

We’re beating drums to call your sons to help...

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Skookum Jim wuz born the son uv a Chief uv the Tagish Injun tribe.
Ain't much known about his youth - ain't no totem left to describe.
'Tis known he wuz born in the Yukon where man struggles to survive;
Where a man must hunt and fish fer...

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Limerick crochetes : Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic

Part One 

Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic
Croaked Janitress Porc-U-Pine music
She found much in common
With Janitress-Husband
They sucked Co-Proprietors' Council sick

Now Janitress had much lard to spare
Front back cheeks belly thighs but spare hair
So Bull-Frog humped...

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                A Simpler Time
                 1961 ~ 1968
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Who the hell is Gordon Bennett
Some think there’s insanity
In the fact we call his name
As though it were profanity

Not so famous nowadays
As once he used to be
But still I call his name out
When a doorframe whacks my knee

I put my hammer to one side
To take...

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Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader 

Expounded late today April 27th, 2023
since being written
countless years ago
maybe a baker's dozen
as thee doodling cock doth crow 
scouting about for carrion 
scavenging for dead animals 
and rooting about garbage to sell 
at annual corvus entrepôt,
where at birds eye...

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