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Bunkers Poems - Poems about Bunkers


Premium Member Stale cheese
Its full of bankers and bunkers.' Tunnels are Like holes in some cheese, it could well be Emme-mental.? Or signs of a deeper disease? Can i name it bunker nutrality.? Only if they don't play; in other regions politics.' Be they oh So far away.' I get shivers just thinking.? Of Whats on the map.? And whats being hidden Do ever...

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Categories: bunkers, appreciation, education, surreal, symbolism,
Form: Ballad
Premium Member Bunkers Bonkers
Bunkers Bonkers (we are our own archie enemy) The nastiest fiction has come to fruition The cautionary tales have tipped all the scales The global minority has declared their authority The white man is God and humanity is fraud For Arthur...

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Categories: bunkers, character, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Trick or Treating at Archie Bunkers house Inspired by Lin Lane
Trick or Treat, "Edith get the door," yells Archie!! "Oh Archie they are so cute come and look Please." "Shut up Edith just give them their stupid candy, will ya?" " I'm not dealing with Meathead, you, and these brats all night, Na" " Edith don't give Snickers bars, they're my favs, are you crazy?" Michael Tor Inspired by...

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Categories: bunkers, fun, halloween, scary,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Basements and Bunkers
Basement Joe and bunker Trump-harlots for the soul of America...

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Categories: bunkers, political, presidents day,
Form: Monorhyme
The Bunkers
Edith was a saint in every sense of the word. Things she endured today would be considered absurd. Edith was a homemaker who stood by her man so near. She tried to make Archie happy and keep him with a beer. Archie was an old school, hard working type of man. He didn't take to change and few people he...

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Categories: bunkers, marriage,
Form: Clerihew



To Bunkers and Bad Lies
...to Charlie Hebert, (RIP), my father-in-law, with respect and affection Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway he fusses and frets with his lie; he's been here for ever commanding the course, ever since you and I were knee high. Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes for the chance to...

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Categories: bunkers, father, friendship, husband, passion,
Form: Quatrain

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