Best Logan Poems

Jenna no longer has access to her account, and she has asked if I would post this for her.  
These would be her last...

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SUMMER’S END *

Down her meadow’s sweetness
By name of Summer’s End
This smallish thatch work cottage
With it’s proper artful sign
Hung at eaves with slightest tilt
By portal in...

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Susan
wife of Bill,
mother of Brock, Julianna, Jocelyn, Marcus
Heather and Billy, Jr.
grandmother of Logan, Delaney and Isaac
daughter of Alice and Albert and sister of Michael and...

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It was coming up for Christmas in the town of Soup Creek
Everyone was in good spirits and they had been all week
Jenna's saloon was very...

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A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over

When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't...

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No matter how some complain and bellow
they are exposed, each a trolling fellow
I'd look them in the eye
for telling one more lie
but I heard they're...

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A friend, an uncle, a pawpaw, a father, a husband, a son
   These are a few of the titles you've earned
Precise, concern, loving,...

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One fine day I was fishing at sea
Two big blue whales swam up by me
They flicked their tails sent up a spray
All I could do...

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Fires at a blue pills lab threw up a cloud
Settling over the town like a great shroud
And this gigantic mushroom 
Created a baby boom
Because all...

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The women of the soup have been attacked again this morning
the King is on his soapbox, with profanity and warnings
His credibility is gone as he...

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Tania Kitchin deserves to be honored for her courage. If you would like to honor her, send me your thoughts in couplet form. Thanks.

I have...

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It’s the time of the year to make a steaming hot soup
To remember some of the best in our poetry group*
When I make soup I...

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I once knew a woman called Terri
Who always was sipping the sherry
She got steaming drunk
And fell off her bunk
The medics described her as ‘merry’

WRITTEN BY...

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"Boy! We're gonna be the best of friends!
Lying here, I watch you sleeping,
I sure hope that this will not be a trend
'Cause when we play...

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Limricks prompted by a comment made by someone today

It's a fact, and no longer just a rumor
Some soup people barf at toilet humor
Have you sniffed...

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