Best Lug Poems

When the day dwindles pale...with my tall mug of ale
I'm a weepy ole' fool , it is quite plain to see 
I'll  shed many...

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Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug – 
no matter the fly in our
President's mug, the bug in 
his thinking...my reflecting on
his ailing brain, and it's obvious
volume shrinking:

Those mindless, confusing...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own...

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Cold misty clouds rise above the grates
The streets only illumination, tossing shadows like pennies
Faded street lamps at each end
The cold is biting, as I roll...

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9/20/16

I am Caroline Foster.
I am fifteen-years-old.
I am shortish.
I am rather thin.
I am intelligent I guess.
I am oblivious.
I am weird.
I am childish.
I am different and not...

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Democracy now that is a laugh
When the voting is all stacked with graft
And I will give you a plug
If you punch out that lug
If you...

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Plants swaying, beautiful sky, softest feeling
Clouds crusted in white with gray centers
An unexpected warmth to the air this morning.
Any hope of rain? I peer at...

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Here, 
where the black white shadows 
pond and melt 
her dress 
flutters around the 
pronounced scimitar 
of her neck line. 

Eyes whisper 
fr-ig-id 
with a...

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With his arm held closely by his side,
President Putin took a ride,
On his steed, so big and strong
Who thought this man could do no wrong,
It...

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Every little girl
has one thing she can count on
Her Dad
That may be true
for many of you
But me and my Dad
aren't very close together
We fight and...

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I bought a used electric car, and not coz I’ve gone green
For there were better reasons for obtaining that machine.

I figured weekday mornings I could...

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Poor Charlie came home from school in tears
He’d been teased about his huge jug ears
His mum gave him a big kiss
Said I wont tolerate this
For...

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On the Trans-West Africa High way we drove
Thoughts of decades we carried 
Rich history to be unfolded
Beautiful sights of trees and mountains we view
Hail God’s...

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Wherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.
When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.
The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's...

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Thank God it's Friday.  Now the weekend starts.
He's off to have a few beers with his friends.
As he leaves his desk he quickly departs
As...

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