Best Swatted Poems

There's a pesky mosquito hoverin' around our ears
If he keeps it up he'll soon be splattered in smears
T-Buzz tries to draw our blood
When he gets...

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NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it...

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He squealed,
Like a pig in heat
Praising God for he believed

He sat, 2 years old 
And he looked at the lord
Drew an angels breath
Swatted a toy
A...

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Two bee or not two bee
swarming bout me bed
I swear for sure I swatted one
I sure hope she is dead

Oh no she must have gotten...

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My neighbour her name is Matilda
She used to step out with a builder
She loved the exotic, but became quite neurotic
When his lovemaking no longer thrilled...

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she is scarred so deeply inside
yet she chooses to remain beautiful
gloom of darkness engulfs her
yet she dons a mask of brightness
stab of humiliation slices her...

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These once nimble fingers,
pinned diapers on your behind.
Swatted the misbehaving toddler,
when you got out of line.

Held you the first day of school,
applauded loudly as the...

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Today I had the roughest day that I have ever had.
Of all the crazy, wacky ones, this day’s been really bad.
It started when I first...

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There was a great asthenospheric disruption
Followed by parallel volcanic eruptions
There was a great, abrupt tectonic shift
In a moment, a million years of continental drift

The ground...

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P.S.: Take Note
We are met again 
at the crossroads of delusions
reminiscing failed choices 
and broken promises;
here we stand once again 
in the vanity of illusions
reflecting...

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Solomon Cook

1820 – 1900

It was a miracle. 
I entered this wicked world with
Mother’s umbilical wrapped around my neck like a noose,
Inside a cold cabin made...

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Ida Kincaid

1866 - 1903


I was Ida Kincaid
Wife of Charles
And mother of a pernicious brood of five sinister sons.
My first born required eighteen hours of excruciating...

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An unsophisticated feller attending an auction could find himself in a pickle!
The nuances, subtleties and gestures used in bidding could cost him a pretty nickel!
A...

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I am no revolutionary
For mine is not an ideal
A noble statement
I ain’t gonna give a speech
No riling up crowds, riots
This ain’t no cause
No movement for...

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Sand flows much too quickly in that goldarn hour glass
I'm no spring chicken, but I'll have to take a pass
If a guy thinks he rocks
Wearing...

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