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, Papa,” he moaned, “I pway wifh these!” 
His room was cluttered from wall to wall-- 
books and crayons, even an...

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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 the beauty of life when you want to grow up.
It’s about lost love and now all you want to do...

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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 the time, a hit with this comedic jury...

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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 caused a pileup... now rot in jail!...

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


                           Just another slow rush hour,
  ...

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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 ride on a road full of spike strips
then comes the 10 car pileup and off the roof rips

Patience and clear...

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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 happens.
Metal crashes into metal.
Causally passing by.
Everyone is okay.
Making sure to see what happened
They drop speed.
The police attempt to make it...

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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 feet and a
headache bigger than Texas.

On the third day of Christmas,
the holiday pain for me,
was three broken snow globes,
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 misfire
My fuel gauge will sputter my heart will flutter
I go for checkups, and get the approval sticker
I do get some...

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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 hazard in her side-view mirror,
a pileup that followed her home.

Hitched to a double-wide,
they took the long slide in a downhill...

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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 are bio-degradable

Each allocated their circumspect place for recycling

Ribbons find rest in a manger on top of Baby Jesus

Who awaits resurrection...

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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 and he whelped
screaming such strange things
he motioned, and he dotioned, and he complepleded
"Let us go and sing of kings and...

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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 hazard in her side-view mirror,
a pileup that followed her home.

Hitched to a double-wide,
they took the long slide in a downhill...

Continue reading...

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 hazard in her side-view mirror,
a pileup that followed her home.
Hitched to a double-wide,
they took the long slide in a downhill...

Continue reading...