Best Tuna Poems

why is it easier to look at you
through one eye as opposed to two
when we should be totally 
enamored with the thought
that we have come...

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My cat sat on the window seat
Tail thumping with a rhythmic beat
Like a lioness stalking meat
A bird to eat      ...

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Late to the party we arrived at seven
At least we showed up before eleven
Sweet Ginette, joined us both at the door
A bottle in my hand...

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A true story, based on family oral tradition
from the oldest part of the city of Bern,
capitol of Switzerland, where my mother was
born and raised, in...

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We danced in the downpour

The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your...

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It was quite a party at the old Spooks house,
to a spooktactular Samba they bobbed and bounced.
with skeletons banging their big ox-bone drums,
and the pumpkins...

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She wore pineapple rings for glasses
and walked like jelly dances
I didn't rate her chances
She used to wee standing up
she cooked lemon a'la duck
won the lottery,...

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She is a kitty that wanders the street.
The other cat, looking exactly like her,
now happy, has tuna and chicken to eat.
Only one kitty has reason...

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I have a cat that wears no hat;
though her paws do love to bat,
her mice and balls,
all through my hall.

A clever cat,
a feisty cat,
I made...

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There was once an old man from Altoona

   Who decided to cast for some tuna

      'Twas a mermaid...

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01. High heels or boots? I guess it depends on how feminine I feel....LOL
02. What time did you get up this morning? 7:15 am ...

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I’m thinking of a place
with monkeys and a sled
A brand new jar of cottage cheese
just resting on the bed
An envelope with butterflies
upon the stamp it...

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So versatile is the potato.
It’s orange; it’s yellow; it’s white; it’s sweet.
It’s baked or boiled; it’s mashed or fried.
It’s served with poultry, with fish or...

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Lickety Split

Life is a vessel 
Inside my mind
Creeping along
Knowingly
Elan is over when the sails topple 
The wind ceases
Youth, and lulls old age

Such is the ascent...

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We know that a poem with legs is a Lim(b)erick;
But do you want to Laugh-out-Louderick?

What's a poem about the NCAA Final Four? - An Above-the-Rimerick
And...

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