Birdbrain Poems - Poems about Birdbrain

... I went to my car dealer, I hoped to save the planet The saleslady told me EVs were cheap, and to call her Janet She said we've got so many subsidies, and they're a great deal I bought a F-150 Li......

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...How thoroughly you wreck me With the taste of hope, I can't resist That you may actually perceive my existence As if you haven't already taken more chances than I can give In fact, I gave so many......

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...The eyrie is miles away; but egg shells lie in my yard. Eagles? not your ordinary birdbrain. January 19, 2023 Rick Parise: 1 QUOTE ONEQUOTE......

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...Zero patience have I for those not prone to question things that seem untrue nor ask WHY. I feel disdain for one who doesn’t have a clue. Birdbrain - For he’s like a cuckoo. Geez! Zero......

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...subtitle: And YOU called ME a birdbrain? F FALCON F O OSPREY O R RAVEN R E ......

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...A big man Stands Roasted pink on the ocean beach Unleashing his gut over his bathing suit Holding a can of Miller Lite Surely a used car salesman in real life Shows off In front of a group......

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...My dear If you meet me Halfway You will soon meet Me at my finest listless Slow like a worm A total birdbrain Pardon, pardon My dear These were My silent acclaim Reiterate your word ......

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...Sheba was a bird brain – a dumb bunny for sure. She had no idea she was a dead ringer for Marilyn Monroe. Not the blonde, over-glamorized, sensationalized Marilyn, but rather the young, darling, i......

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...such a proud peacock someone ruffles his feathers... he lets fly with words Haiku Senryu October writing Challenge sponsored by Dear heart a k a Broken Wings 10/25/18...

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...~ Homage to Walt Sing Matt Tilde ~ The art of the "FAKE" deal (according to Walt Dizzy Take a Knee Sing Matt Tilde) once again as oft iterated in previous poems, doth (sou......

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...Way atop a Sycamore tree a black bird’s call reiterates his three syllable poetry. Caw! Caw! Caw! The feathered poet crowed. Caw! Caw! Caw! Came the verse high up on the sycamore tree. ......

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...As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate. I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate? Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest, in her discomfort strugg......

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...They organized a church bazaar, To raise money for the poor. A booth for selling chances Was set up, outside the door. When I bought the raffle ticket, My reasoning was murky, And I could on......

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