Best Spastic Poems

they lurk in corners, safe and dark
until they decide to growl and bark
then point an ugly old crooked finger
spittle drooling on the chin, they linger

arguing...

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When no one else is around 
I AMUSE MYSELF while sitting down
And bring myself  tons of joy when I pretend to be 
A stand-up...

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To the tune of.. “These are a Few of my Favorite Things“.

Bass boomers spreading their mis’ry in traffic
Craving attention and driving me spastic,
Not caring an...

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Mr Bombastic 
So sycophantic 
Spins discs of plastic
He’s so sarcastic -
Thinks he’s fantastic! 

He’s on a health kick
Eat prunes in aspic....
His guts turn spastic
Diarrhoea quite...

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A poet was making such clatter.
His friend ran to see what's the matter.
“I must clean all,” said he 
“or my poems can't be
in Antiseptic Pentameter.”

His...

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A plant in a pot so fantastic

I watered for months like a spastic

'till the day that I found

to its pot it was bound -

that plant...

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'MIND THE PAINTER

     Mind paints canvas of life as amateur
     Some hues taken from palette of events
...

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Should I write again of love?
Surely, by now, the moon
has had her full; and those
luxury cruses best put off,
taxes long overdue; besides,
those who love well
love...

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Optimizing freedom zest
Challenging mother’s tidiness best
My son whirls himself around
Oblivious that he’s wheel-chair bound.

Loosening mobility gear
His spastic hands hurl things everywhere
Zooming beyond glee’s ecstasy
He’s waged...

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The way
words fit together
is kind of a ritualistic measure,
where word
     and verse
flow rythmicly
     to the cerebral cortex
stimulating
...

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Back when he was seven, our son won a contest
   In his class, his turkey recipe adjudged the best
He was so happy, floating...

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When it comes to baking a cake
Make sure not to put in a snake
   Unless, of course, it's a fake
   By...

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Pickleball – Part One
It’s eight o’clock, about any day
And it’s pickleball that I’ve come to play
I brought my paddle and I brought my drink
I’ll work...

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I
change my name 
like 
underwear...
fairly often, I suppose

I 
change my clothes 
like 
area codes
and Imma' damn gypsy, ya' see

I 
keep it fresh ta' death
nada
speck of...

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My cousin’s just earned his degree
He majored in fartology
Now he can impart
What foods make me fart
He’s obsessed by scatology


I confessed that beans give me wind
(It...

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