Bongs Poems - Poems about Bongs

...My Best Mechanical Friend You pester me with the slightest errors. You bing and bong Giving me night terrors. I want drive along And not listen to musical scarers. It’s three degrees and yo......

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...In the heart of the evergreen state where mountains touch the sky You’ll find the PNW Poetry Guy under Mt. Rainier’s watchful eye With the South Sound’s rain-soaked landscape boasting tall fir tre......

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...First before you say anything, I'm in love with my husband but the drug addiction gets hard to watch. *Possible trigger warning* ---------------------------------------------------------------------......

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...Puff, puff, puff, that joint. Slowly if you please. Happily, happily, happily, happily. Bongs are but a tease. 05/08/2023 Mother Goose Grows Up Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mira......

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...The roundness of a drop of water keeps me stuck on spin, no flat earth could wash so cleanly. The moon could be hollow, it rings like a bell when struck. I study bells and their carved-out emp......

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...Utopian Smoke David J Walker tie-died Salesmen in ponytails offered peace in an Aquarian timeshare for annual fees and considerations keys of dried green grass line Golden streets with Br......

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...A Villanelle Tra La La Tra la la-I couldn't stop thinking bout this song Twas just so minuscule and kind This I could never forget this verse twangs bings-bongs That morn, hearing this new ......

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...There was a fisherman needing a buzz Full of hairy looking fuzz Watching a canary do what he does Using his noodle Fisherman started to doodle On a canvas for what it’s worth Being indepe......

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...Dazed and confused and buzzing hard The aging duo now sorts their cards They take a rest and search for air Joe jumps on Nancy and sniffs her hair A new concoction to fan the flame Warm Pabst Bl......

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...Life can be compared to a cunning fox, We often need to cogitate out of box; Showcasing our cleverness. Death can be compared to gloomy songs, We need to surrender as the time bongs; Accepting......

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...Lazily, disdaining up above the sky to pursue As the setting of the sun is to indolent to hold Such a tournament is lengthened and embedded in gold While the sun passively darkens for a night barb......

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...I’m a unique specimen, made of mescaline and ketamine. And the last living resident, of an intergalactic settlement. Burnt to the ground, by time travelling middlemen. I came with the cannon,......

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...Some fellers like to sit around and sip bourbon on the rocks. I prefer to sit around admiring my collection of old clocks. At last count I reckon they number about seventy-five or so. Much to the ......

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...8/27/18 "Big" You're a puppy, I'm a big dog You're a guppy, I'm a big cod You're a tadpole, I'm a big frog, You're a piglet, I'm a big hog You're a shrimp, I'm a big prawn You're a baby,......

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...Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie 24/08/2018 Contest on my Home country by Brahne Bailey Being an Ozzie is great, Everyone calls Everyone Mate. Too laid back for a heated debate, Culture so young..... so we’......

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