Best Spastic Poems

I am a spastic dancer
exuberant with giant moves, arms and legs flailing
mirth and joy spin through my pores as I tamp and stamp
I am the utmost party animal 
My grandchildren love it
Their mothers hide behind prissy cloth napkins
Pretending I did not birth them...

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If our cars could talk what might they say?
"Oh boy, it's you  for one more day".
"I see that you don't care a lot, you
keep on driving when my engine is hot!"
"Unless you plan to walk real soon, stop
running me on mere gas fumes."
"Please use...

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I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
 banana peppers, and 
tomatoes galore.


Hot spicy and
 “oh my gosh” foods
 is what I simply and
 absolutely adore.


Prime rib? Okay 
but beef cake it in
 horseradish, and I mean
 straight, not in a
 dumbed down sauce.

My ulcerated esophagus
 and...

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