my contst pom - compliant son!
Oh son, I pity you try but fail
In Biology, lizards, rats have tail
I told, mug up ,vomit words
You'll pass, you'll fly high as birds
In quiz, Madam said, you spit up a snail?!
12th October 2016
In front of a blackboard I walk
Around in my classroom and talk
Of motion and fall,
Gravity on a ball,
My hands and my shirt full of chalk.
October 12, 2016
For vivs missing lttr contst
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Last Christmas an ugly old frog
got fat drinking holiday nog.
But I saw him this fall
looking not fat at all -
in bright shorts out taking a jog!
Writtn Oct 10, 2016 for vivs missing lttr contst
Zip lining across the blue sky,
I thought I saw Miss Piggy go by,
wearing a pink boa,
yelling out "amore,'"
realized now that pigs can in fact fly!
10-12-16
Climb to a high mountain shack
Pot and good **** in my pack
A hot Navy flick
A hot busty chick
My pants captain said, "Up stack!"
My Contst Pom
On day I saw a dog,
Who’s mug was that of a frog,
His bark was a croak,
That astonishd the folks,
Who stood by th swamp aghast.
Written: 10/11/16
Submitted for: vivs missing lttr contst - Potry Contst
Sponsored by: Viv Wigly
Bounti-fall
By: Blake Myers
Blowing trsss, sounding of rain,
It is that timn of yr again,
Crisp air, cool brzzz, soon to b night,
Hay and pumpkins always in sight,
If ol' scaircrow only had a brain.
A silly tall man from Walsall
Thought that climbing high on a wall
And standing on top
By starting his drop
That this fall would turn him back small.
Good morning ma’am, how do you do?
How I wish I was going with you
On a trip on a boat
With a sail for a coat
Crossing rain, sky, and windy storms too
A limrick for Viv Wigly,
I had to scrawl my words so Kwigly,
Vino a proposal
Alcohol at disposal
I barf’d and my writing is Sqwigly
10/10/2016
I thought I saw a duck going amuck
In front of a racing truck,
Not much fun at first spy
To find as I go by,
That duck driving this truck was a cluck.
Andy's crib was so small
For a gait or a crawl
Boos and tantrum
brought busy mum
Oh this was a catcall.
vivs missing lttr contst - Poetry Contest for Money
10-09-2016
A masochist plans his own burial
You'd think our man was malarial
But a fallacy it is
'Tis pain that is his
Ado for such an actuarial
May was riding on a duck
For thirty two odd days
What that girl was thinking of
Is difficult to say
But that pond got rid of muck!
My Contst Pom
‘Josh Kibosh’ who has only small-scale splash cash
looks for a young woman’s copious plash stash
when his hogwash commands dosh
Josh’s gluttonous slosh habits turn posh
so Madam transforms flash in his pan into pulp-mash
08th October 2016
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