The mouth is the thing we find perfect
Finding things we call the subject
It’s really the mouth that finds our grace
The mouth that often points out disgrace
The mouth describes a particular taste
It knows each seasons put on it’s plate
The mouth decides what’s bitter and sweet
Take the poison or cure illness complete
It tells the truth or tells the lies
Tells of deception only seen by the eyes
It never keeps secrets on words it relys
It takes and gives and blows away flies
Lips may kiss teeth can bite
Silence show indifference
A shout become a fight
The mouth is a thing that gives us no clue
Eventually what will happen to me and you
there is no mother nature ~ mere reality with her rolling pin
spreading an infinite universe ~ with no instructions on a tin
bring humanity into the mix ~ a strange ingredient comes in
the spit of droll intelligence ~ from our salivating menippean
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Still from May Day, to the Summer solstice in June
a Helios vegan picks his nose daily, of the greenest legumes
By
David Kavanagh
Big Mouth Should Be Shut
big mouth should be shut
from team again he was cut
have to see trump strut
Jim Horn
How about that. Nine more
poems and I will have reached
8,000.
Whenever I am asked why I am on the watch list of my government,
I always quote The Honeymooners Ralph Kramden,
I GOT A Bi i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i G MOUTH!!!
I tell everyone what government is truly about.
Trump Born with Big Mouth
Trump had been born with a big mouth;
Regardless of either North or even south;
Votes he losses;
Handicap abuse,
And when we found him he would froth.
Jim Horn
Trump and His Big Mouth
First the dirt we did have to soften
Hole mouth is open so insert coffin;
Overhead is now storming,
And new bad habit forming;
He does it several times and often.
Death to Trump and his horrible, big mouth
And wall he wants to build way down south.
Jim Horn
Trump and Big Mouth
Out from Trump's mouth words were pouring
Telling people he is one they should be adoring
But at his body abruptly they kept staring
War on poor health he must be declaring
And eat plums with prunes every morning.
Jim Horn
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The mouth of Donald Trump
is bigger than his rump!
Both pump hot smelly air
which is hard to bare,
responsible for prolonged slump.
If he would only shut his mug
and his backside plug,
so the air would clear
and pleasant things we might hear,
instead of the nasty humbug.
6/11/2016
COLLABORATION WITH SONNY ROPER
The big mouth open now foul scents escape
Trashy contents always flow
Please, please take out the trash
he loves to talk
and he walks an walk
no doudt
run his mouth
he love to eat
has bad teeth
old
BIG MOUTH PETE
Big-Mouth Bass
An April morning, as the climbing sun
tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day
and colored red, after a storm was done,
I cast my plug, a stinger--red and gray--
to where it looked the likely place to me,
where hides the hog--from minnows swimming by;
then feeds upon those minnows, carelessly,
as pops the sun into the morning sky.
Upon the water, mirrored flat and still,
I raise the wake, so slight--then let it lay;
and cranking in, so slowly then until
I hear the chomp--that warns he's set to play!
And all the minnows cheer me in my quest
of battle with my most unwilling guest!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
love to walk and talk
no doudt
he's got a big mouth
always act silly
BIG MOUTH WILLE
he loves to talk
has a smooth walk
he dip and sip
and rap
able to adat
mow his own lawn
some call him a pond
and
BIG MOUTH JOHN
Big-Mouth Bass
An April morning, as the climbing sun
tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day
and colored red, after a storm was done,
I cast my plug, a stinger--red and gray
to where it looked the likely place to me,
where hides the hog--from minnows swimming by;
then feeds upon those minnows, carelessly,
as pops the sun into the morning sky.
Upon the water, mirrored flat and still,
I raise the wake, so slight--then let it lay;
and cranking in, so slowly then until
I hear the chomp--that warns he's set to play!
And all the minnows cheer me in my quest
of battle with my most unwilling guest!
© ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa)
she walks and talks
about this and that
she is a rat
run likes a cat
but loves to chat
hang out no doubt
in the back allay
oh
BIG MOUTH SALLY
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