Best Puny Poems

Contrived to be relevant
An extreme subversive 
of distorted concoctions
While having his stricken soul bare
And denigrated to a faceless crone
For his vicissitudes are an improbable casualty
Of a broken soul.......

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In some sense,

I am mighty me,

and in many others,

I am puny me,

its bad that mighty me,

seems to dominate,

making that puny punier,

those who want me to be puny,

do not even notice it,

they do not stand,

but glare and sit,

and usually,

I take a hit,

I wished somebody would help,

me...

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My puns are not too punny.
They are puny -
so itty-bitty that they have no bite-y.
Like tiny turtles with no turtle necks
or like selfish shellfish
offering no worthy catch,
what good are they when they’re so poor?
My puns – they haven’t got
a piss to pot in!

I hate luch...

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The coins clinked in front of him, then clanked
  the same coins that, as a child, had delighted him
Today merely clinked; today merely clanked
  the joy drained from counting his puny fortune...

Sensing an epiphany, he brushed the coins away
  sat there, chin...

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Hang in the den
When lions roam in wait
To snatch your serenity from Eden
Where the Devil’s threat 

Roams to pounce
On the dignity you espouse
In more bounce per ounce
To rouse and arouse

The Devil’s desire
Jealousy and envy
Fire, mire and ire
In a bevy of grit gravy and scurvy

Sent with...

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This can't be true, an error has been made
We have 60,000 miles of blood vessels end to end laid
Twice around the globe
That's quite a load
Someone's trying to bamboozle our puny brains...

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This can't be true, an error has been made
We have 60,000 miles of blood vessels end to end laid
Twice around the globe
That's quite a load
Someone's trying to bamboozle our puny brains...

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The hawk flies over
         in paralysing calmness       
           puny birds flutter...

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On the back of my paint pallet it lied

Small, black, and petrified,

Not even the size of a penny

And it didn’t seem to mind me any,

But when I gave it a poke

It was like it had awoke,

Because it flew away from me

Forever, and forever, to be...

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