Best Keg Poems

Meg has two old battered beer keg legs
that don't look to hold much more than dregs. 
But when Greg comes along 
she begs; "Please, please,...

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Four kegs, they’d left on the rye field’s bare crest
gone were the skittles and the balls of wood.
Four kegs empty of magical brew, strewn
upon the...

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It’s getting pretty deep, too much drivel and twaddle.
It’s time for our poetry boots to help with this obscene waddle.
I have two distinct sides one...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and it started to snow
Santa Claus was getting ready to go, ho ho ho
To keep himself warm he drank Scotch...

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It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode

You pretend it isn’t there
But now and again it...

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It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode
Hurting others but
Killing your own soul

You pretend it isn’t...

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Hi everybody, my name is Vera as some of you already know, and I am the wife of Peter Duggan. I came on this site...

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Through the full of moonlit night
Succumbs a moth to every light
And powder keg wings beat white satin 
Serenade in frolic amidst temptations often
Desperation outside upon...

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PROMISING YOUNG MAN 

  

Hear the travails of a single mother 

Traded her heaven for love 

But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran 

Now...

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King Hypocrite

We have the king of hypocrites, right here on the soup
With more chastising, straight from his stoop
Once again, he points his finger, from high...

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A Christmas tree is a facade soon revealed;
under the tinsel, a dead tree is concealed.
If a man sheds his thorns, is he still a rose,
must...

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Why; Hello Colin good morning mate
Son, there is no accent in hands of fate

Throw out the tea and chug the beer
Then I bet you find...

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Scratchy, scratchy, what's that sound,
Atop my home space, high and round?
Could there be one self-served mouse,
Schemed to steal my sweet, dry house?

No, those sounds don't...

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Occasionally I'll have a beer or two... 
But never do I get drunk 
Except one time in my early years... 
When I was a wild...

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Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk

Universe spun out of control and died
The planets sputtered out and then fell
The southern boy liked his chicken...

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