Best Titters Poems

I’m lunching with my bestie Mylie
She’s upset and no longer smiley
I ask her what’s wrong
She said in my thong
My bottom is no match for Kylie!

I giggled and said stop your moans
You're perfect not like Bridget Jones
There will be no snickers
At your thong or knickers
We cannot...

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OLD MA.

Old Ma always gave the kids a nice treat
Always nuts and never anything sweet
But they soon found out why
Nuts were in great supply
Choc nut bars she'd only suck cos no teeth...

NO HIDING PLACE.

An old gangster robbed a bank and he ran
Flew out from Canada...

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Voice

Through a vast jumbled valley of cacophony's roar
One voice 
 In tones of soprano, alto, tenor and bass
Speaks a universal epiphany
In a rumbling
 Resonate
  Reverberation symphony,
   Neither also or bass,
A quest for agreement of the heart's dialect
 Through a maze of unspoken...

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just lay here beside me
where the lillies talk to the orange sky
and the evening wind titters all around the place....

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My bladder behaves through the night
Each morning my flow is just right.... 
But throughout the day 
There is hell to pay
It's bursting; I cross my legs tight

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON

Ladies and gentlemen please feel free to join in, send me your limericks by soup mail...

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Here’s a bold tale it will have you in titters
It’s about poor Sheila who lost her knickers
She went for a cruise upon the great ocean
Fell in the water with the boats sudden motion.

She swallowed some water and began to cough
A big wave engulfed her and...

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When put into groups I know that I never have to worry or  step up because there is always an A1. 
Arrogant One reaches for the group paper
And the one blue marker, because 
She or he knows that no one can do anything as...

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From devadasi  in temples to women of the streets,
Form hooker to harlot,
From courtesan to call girl,
Whether a paramour in the hands of wealth,
Or a Whore engaging in promiscuous sexual intercourse, 
So many names and so many fames,
Above all I am a human being too,
Often...

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The alleyways within the maze are paved with rats and mice.

Evangelists with moneyed fists collect the sacrifice

from losers scorned and rubes reborn, and promise paradise,

while in the back they cook some crack, inhale, and roll the dice.



A bum called Boe has stubbed his toe, he’s...

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A magic elixir for the heart,
belly laughs are like Nature's high-five.
For once the titters and snickers start,
humor keeps dreams and wishes alive.

A contagious, outrageous feeling,
laughter begins with grunts and hisses.
And then, ameliorates dealing,
like a bouquet of hugs and kisses.

It's a panacea for the blues
as the...

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State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”  — W.  B.  Yeats

For all that we professed of love, we...

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It was a winter morning, last November
I recall my journey from my treasured frames
of amasses, titters and acts.
 
She was in an intermediate between red and blue
and her eyes pored out from all realisms
with a smile unnoticed on her face
Yet she burst forth with glory...

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Let out a laugh if you’re lousy,
Add some amusement to aches,
Utter an outburst when under the weather,
Giggle your way through the shakes,
Howl if you’re feeling heart-sore,
Titters are good for infliction,
Enfeebled and exhausted? Try some elation,
Roll in the aisles, my prescription....

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Doggerel II: Doggerel about Doggerel, or, More Nonsense Verse

The Board
by Michael R. Burch

Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood:
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Walter Mitties, woo the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The best book of the age...

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Dare I chide you my child
For playing in the moonlight
With the children of those I know
Despise my kind and kin folks?

Dare  chide you my child
For daring to put aside
deep seated wounds I felt
Grievances of generations past and present?

Dare I chide you my child
For mingling...

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