Best Swilling Poems

“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous...

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The Value of Romanticism

"Suspicious of Reason, romanticists prefer leaps of faith
-- in addition to leaps off cliffs,
aside from bridges."
-- in the soup
the brain of Reason...

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I love men and women who stand for what is right.
Most cave to evil, thinking to be part of a group is true might. 

Mouse minds...

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Their was once en olde boozer named Mable,

   Who inn her dotage was sow unstable.

      She was thee...

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Like an intricate mosaic with just one missing tile.
You know something is wrong and has been for a while.
Surreptitiously working its way into your mind.
Not...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness,...

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Lila had no Mom now to make her Halloween costume
Just her Communion dress, adorned by angel wings she’d made 
A halo of gold chrysanthemums she...

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In Suffolk where the barley grows,
Its said that folks have seven toes, 
And 'round some parts of Sutton Hoo,
They've grown an extra finger too!
They're banjo...

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Limerick crochetés: Once North Koreans joined South cousins

Once North Koreans joined South cousins
Agreed to let drop divisive sins
Formed one team ice-hockey
Won bronze not so lucky
Each...

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My beer-swilling auntie called Mabel
Could drink most blokes under the table
She sups pint after pint
Almost every night
No wonder her legs are unstable!

06~07~17...

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What is it about a Wizard's appearance that gives me pause?  I 
     always find myself guessing about what type...

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Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
  ~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...

an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping...

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The Bullingdon Club was founded in 1780 about 240 years ago.  An elite
private club for male Oxford University students, selected for their wealth,
and willingness...

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I Wish I Were Irish 

For the gift of gab, the blarney stone I’d kiss
Upside down by ankles dangling, I’d do this
A story-teller I’d surely...

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I remember as a little girl 
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house 
I was sitting reading a story book 
As quiet as a...

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