Bunged Poems - Poems about Bunged

...They dance and sing a merry tune They sparkle with life, death immune They shine like the most precious jewel They choke my words, commanding and cool. My jaw seems locked, lost for speech ......Read the rest...

...I hate packing suitcases It reminds me of when mama left She hastily packed her suitcase Just before she quit the door, she looked at me As though she was going to grasp me with her My watery ey......Read the rest...

...Bandicoot's bounce over my dead lead head. Grim the outlook, I am the grimness in my own storybook. Moods are my mannerism's. Gooey nose - a stonking flu got me now I mimic a monkey with my bu......Read the rest...

...I'm bunged up. I need a filter for my gutter. My bone-headed Doctor reckons I don't eat right but 'Little Debbie' Donuts are my delight as I binge-watch re-runs of Game of Thrones. Blood, gore,......Read the rest...

...Who snored the loudest was open to question But each would deny such an insane suggestion The phone rang just once and she opened one eye ‘Up you get, Nitro, we gotta fly.’ Nitro Cat yawned and......Read the rest...

...languid doldrums, swaying lanyard, sails hanging loose dreary small drums reverberate, neurons dumbing down nerve ends fuse, sunlit shadows depict my numbing frown feelings grind dull,......Read the rest...

...Well there’s Hooverville on the edge of the river haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard e’en with clothes will shiver waiting for tension to be released like a arrow in a taut quiver ......Read the rest...

... Paula Swanson Contest Name Unleash Unleash the hounds Unleash the hounds, said Jones and frowned, His wife was then escaping, Running off with grandpa Joesy Brown, And his bloody teet......Read the rest...

...The snot monster’s got me He’s inside my head I shouldn’t be working But home in my bed I’m sniffing and snuffling And blowing my nose I’m trying to hang on Till the snot monster goes The s......Read the rest...

...My world burns, Its cities, towns and villages, Plains, valleys and hills, And the tops of mountains, Smoke and smoulder. No one knows whether he will return safe, When he leaves his abode.......Read the rest...