Best Mopped Poems

“Pretty lady”, let me love you, take you places you’ve never been
All the pain you’ve gone through, I’ll make sure it don’t happen again
I promise...

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In my cluttered kitchen, I've mopped the floor,
This busy day, this task once more.
I've cooked a chicken a thousand ways,
The same old bird a thousand...

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Old Inky dinky parlay voo
Had a race with a green kangaroo
They stood side by side
Inky’s laces got tied
By jingo it caused a foo doo

Poor Inky...

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She pumped the air and whooped,
'The holidays are through!'
She danced a jig, she spun,
and did a moonie too.
The grinning mother yelled,
'They're back to school again!'
But...

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Dragon ran excitedly, into my family room.
He’d been out all day, doing what was anyone’s guess.
He claimed he needed money, a thousand dollar loan;
It was...

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A brotherly jaunt through sinister mirth
behold the brothers Death: 

gowned and guided, an ill century
the fourteenth, an alliance of crop, of plague
in ground-down death of...

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My mother was an excellent cook, not fancy but home cooking,
              ...

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One fine day, as hot as Hades,
Six respectable old ladies
Decided they would take a trip
Before the winter chill could nip.

They drove out to the countryside
With...

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The story of his pomposity
The gaiety of a been-to 
Embroidered in revenge.

Tunde Canada! 
Timid and denied by folks and friends
In his prime when the springboard,...

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Our relationship rose over the horizon

We were very happy and the sun burned

You  touched me in  places where I enjoyed

The newness and the...

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My Favourite Pastime

I long for a cozy blanket
Secure and wise.
As warm as a down filled pillow and a snuggly five year old.
Never alone or adrift,
My...

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It was unnerving
a  growling demon of
deprivation, 
an
enemy that lurks
in shadows, but 
the eyes don't lie
silver spoons
do tarnish
with lack of use

they're tucked
away from public eye
shamed...

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ON THE ROCKS
 
Talk about bad luck, I hit rock bottom and broke a leg
One advantage to hitting rock bottom is at least I know...

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Learning to Love Myself

Slowly, very slowly, am I coming to terms with how I look
My double-chinned face, my flabby arms, my stomach.
I think to myself...

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(note: The site restrictions don't allow long epic poems, so I have split this into 6 segments, each should run straight on from the previous...

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