Best Wolfing Poems

It was moms birthday she loved eggplant 
I didn't hear the man as he began to rant   
I was a cooked child kneeling...

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Food, food, glorious food
Eating is such a wonderful thing
No matter what time of day it is
Wolfing down makes my dear heart sing

Why I get out...

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Come join the unraveling circus
quite soon to be passing our way,
with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -
line up as they lead us...

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Morning... the child awakes, 
steps lightly 'cross the threshold of his front yard. 
Windows of the mansion o'er the glen ablaze 
with sparkling brilliance draw...

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There once was a mad-man with an ax.
Well known for some very shocking acts.
He runs down a church aisle 
Chops the altar to a pile,
He...

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...for the Rev. Eric Shirvell-Price
    

Morning; the child awakes, 
steps lightly across the threshold 
to the courtyard.

The wndows of the mansion 
over...

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Cup Cake Insurrection

Evidence mounts as cup cakes bake in ovens
Camouflaged in chocolate brown 
Revolutions start this way they say
Secured, metallic ready in tin pans waiting...

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Calendared nature admits
		winter has come and gone
		and makes no apologies
		for lingering chilled moments;

		The audacious mendacity of spring
		has clamped down a frost-bite 
		on the wolfing climatic...

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There's a story,
As old as time,

Cute little girl skipping thru the woods,
A big bad wolf who follows behind,

She's Carrying goodies for her Grammy,
She does it...

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Waking to a world of pain,
truth cuts deep as any blade.
As my eyes squint from the strain,
the sun rises, and dreams fade.

Held to ridicule and...

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...for the Rev Shirvell-Price, with respect and affection
 

Morning. The child awakes, 
steps light across his garden.
Windows of the dwelling o'er the glen 
ablaze with...

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My stomach's like a rumbling pit
     That any moment may explode.
My stomach's like a roiling pot
     That's...

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(alternately titled fancyfeast feeds finicky folky fungi) 

No matter this omnivore 
experiences stomach rumbles like birth
(pains) of a nation (loud enough to be heard 
clear...

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We weave webbed words while welcoming wisdom.

Whiny William Walleye Was Witnessed Wandering Westwardly While Wailing Wildly. We Were Warily Watching Will Wobbly Walk When We...

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Strange, funny even; 
             someone spending two hours 
    ...

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