Best Thar Poems

Too many hurricanes are causing havoc this season.  We might as well have a limerick collaboration about them since they seem to be in the news.  Please join in by sending me your limerick in a soup mail or email.


Hurricane Maria is the...

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Ah done cum frum tha ol' times
Whar we's jist roams free
I's gots a gun, a hoss un grub
'Un bedroll 'neath a tree.

Sum times ah jist works fer grub
An theys the tother times
Ah's jist watches tha stars 'bove
An sleeps un tha moons light.

Don't likes ridin' un...

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You know I really love my computer
Coz all my Soup friends live in it!
Since the advent of the computer generation
Can't list them all, time doesn't permit

Youse guys are all so close to my heart
Every one has your own special place
From countries near and across the...

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Tinkerbell , Tinkerbell
My grandmother would shout 
Oh dear , Bloody hell
She's let the damn thing out.
I knew that it was coming
There was no more to be said
Whoosh , There she goes
Phtttttt Thar she blows
and she'd pooped upon my head.

No she wasn't a fairy 
but she...

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Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Well I wonder if anybody knows
Just what happened to all ten of my toes
With this belly eclipse
From the food on my lips
Counting calories is now how it goes...

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I thought for this'n I be a dodger,
But the Cap'n told me to hoist the Jolly Roger.

Skull 'n Bones on Black in the air,
Ye know, matey, that I be thar.

Me peg leg be a clompin' so loud,
Ye be sure to find me, even in a...

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THAR SHE BLOWS

I saw the evidence of the existence
of the “wind” today,
rippling through running remnants
of Autumn’s aftermath,
playing a timpani on the chords
of crisp clinking limbs,
holding the hawk in hover,
playing with the kites
of billowing plastic bags,
ruffling the feathers
of the stoic Owl,
teasing the cat with
the laughter of...

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All men have born desires 
    garland of the prettiest arm. 
    Want to meet in the loveliest Place 
    Where no hurdle no harm. 

    She was waiting to Mr right 
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Don't stop me now, I'm on a roll
Rhymes are surging like a river flows
The mighty Mississippi
To New Orleans city
Are you ready, people? Thar she blows!...

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Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”...

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Who Beside This Atheist Doth "say" Thar Haint No Angels?

Two fatal head on
     deadly automobile accidents
     in quick succession at 
     Zieglerville, Pennsylvania 
     poetic traffic circle
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Old Jack has a pimple on the end of his nose
Uses it to send signals, his desires to disclose
To seduce the ladies
For a kiss and maybe
An all night session till he yells “thar she blows!”...

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This week, snow is expected in the hills
A bitter cold Halloween like I remember
Thinking about it gives me the chills
Mostly the looming winter heating bills
It’s time to caulk up the windowsills
Against a blustery, blizzardly November
This week, snow is expected in the hills
A bitter cold Halloween...

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without adjectives and adverbs the wind would just be ....well...the wind...

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