Best Pileup Poems

My three-year-old put his hand on his chin 
like he was mulling over something troubling
I said, "Son, look at this place; what a mess!" 
“But,...

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Poetry is about faith, a song, and sometimes a checkup.
It’s about that girl on the other side you want to link up. 

Poetry is about...

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Surely it does... but don't call me Shirley
“Airplane” a rapid-fire spoof, you remember surely
Leslie Nielsen was the pilot
A real sexual joke pileup 
A riot for...

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You ran a red light and I did yell,
for you are a clown, "So go to hell,"
but while I was screaming
and my blood was teeming,
you...

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Lyrics are sung to the music of 
David Bowie’s “Panic in Detroit”


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To feel your pain 
means sensing the endless and senseless energy drain

Moving forward doesn't happen with ease
sometimes it's more like a painful disease

or like a...

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Just jumping in.
Everything comes to a halt.
The first few moments don't seem as bad.
Depending on length.
The line of cars.
In a sea of metal 
Something wow...

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Her hormones fled the coop on scalding tires.
Motel maids were her sisters, bars her occupation,
a place to work on the aerobics of hope.
He was a...

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On the first day of Christmas,
the holiday gave to me,
a headache bigger than Texas.

On the second day of Christmas,
the holiday pain for me,
was two sore...

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I am getting old now, I can only turn over
They can’t get me to run, but I not all done.
My valves are leaking, I often...

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The tip of the fur tree sticks out like a sore candle

Barely visible an angel drowns in a pileup of presents 

Fortunately wrappers and cards...

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Over a bridge
and past a bright green meadow
appeared a little squidge
an angry monstrous short little fellow

"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"

He jumped...

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Her hormones fled the coop on scalding tires.
Motel maids were her sisters, bars her occupation,
a place to work on the aerobics of hope.
He was a...

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Her hormones fled the coop on scalding tires.
Motel maids were her sisters, bars her occupation,
a place to work on the aerobics of hope.

He was a...

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