Best Wacko Poems

Clear the track, here comes Jack
Or Johnny Canuck to some
To a bunch of friends on Poetry Soup
He's that Wacko Jacko bum!

He's Canadian eh! From way...

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A good friend once called me a Wascally Wacko
Methinks I will play a little tune on my banjo
While dancing a jig
And downing a swig
Accompanied by...

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Wacko mind born confused
With grotesque ugly face 
Web of deceit her game
Worshipping evil eyes
Wicked soul casting spells
Wordless wrathful weaver 
Wounding beautiful hearts...

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((WARNING!!! It has sexual language in this poem . . . you have been warned! Just so that you all know, this didn’t really happen...

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Pretty little princess
in bows and pink sundress
gifts and presents wondrous
year old today

Ribbons, sashes, ruffles
on floor crawls and shuffles
loud laughter and snuffles
childlike display

Mom and dad are...

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Wacko Jack from Ballarat
Built the most enormous hat,
Made of canvas with a great big brim,
Three storeys tall with a velvet trim.

Some dogs howled, while babies...

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Relax your mind from any troubles that come your way
Easier said than done…but it’s required of us to have leisure time once in a great...

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Scene I: When It Began
It is a soft-lit evening, my luscious lips ready, blood…sweat… red,
As I wonder just what can excite this insanely wacko head
Much...

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You got roasted the moment I walked away from your reach 
Everyday, I wish I could be at the sundrenched beach...
What about you practice what...

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Accident-prone

Waitress work is interesting and busy
It’s not fancy and puts you in a tizzy
On my feet all day long working 
Carrying trays to customers that...

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I was driving down Eighteenth Avenue in Bensonhurst
in my scash-a-bang Chevy Chavalier...and I was having a wallear for a hero, 
but I didn't wanna wait...

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CHORUS FOR DOOMED YOUTHS
how fortunate are you, Child?
I couldn't abort you.
now I've given birth to you
and nothing shall
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Chic Waco was the marshal of our little town.
   Stood near six-two and usually sported a frown.
Never said a lot but what he...

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It’s heading for our planet at ten thousand miles an hour
To stop it all the experts say we haven’t got the power
All the nukes in...

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Verse 1: Quiet times…I haunt and taunt for no reason
Fighting times…without any reason, faced with treason
Do you know where I stand?
I have no idea and...

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