Cyrus Poems - Poems about Cyrus

Cyrus the Magnificent was flying high What a pity Cyrus had to flippin’ die When the rope on the trapeze broke, Here we buried this unlucky bloke. Written August 5, 2022...

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Our friend Cyrus caught corona virus his girl Iris just wired us...

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Not since the days of Cyrus do they never cease to tire us with dire news of a deadly virus. Now we hear the young retort: 'Life is passing, life's too short to renounce all fun and sport. When this visitation's over I hope once more to be a rover on rolling hills and fields of clover....

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Cyrus the virus is now among us Known as Corona, causing a big fuss Hailing from Wuhan city Infecting without pity New yellow peril for us to discuss Over reaction quickly takes traction Toilet paper now missing in action Everyone should stay in bed Then Cyrus will end up dead But just how long our sleeping protraction...

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KING CYRUS THE GREAT So; here comes the story of that King Cyrus the Great Whose history for some of us is still well up for debate But; it’s such a darn good story, it well deserves a rate King Cyrus born 601 BC, to give us all a historical date Under some weird strange circumstances, one may say Because;...

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Cyrus... President of the country, not like any that came before. Or... Like any that will follow. Standing in the gap between the flood, and the waters of eternity, threatening to consume the weak, kill the innocent, and feast on the unwary. The man was voted in by the people, but clearly printed in the word, his...

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I spent my early life Looking out from behind The chain link fence on the turkey farm There they fed me right Fattened up my thighs After all, what could be the harm If it was up to me I would never leave It's where I prefer to spend my years But alas will come the day When all good turkey's have to say Arrivederci...I am...

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Cyrus Neff 1842-1914 You will never find me and the missus, Not back here amongst the roots and the scrubs! We are among the forgotten dead of Mt. Olive Cemetery! Our graves have disappeared, completely Eaten away by time and rain and wind. I bought these cheap graves in a potters field, my friends. Mt. Olive is nothing more than a cheap...

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I spent my early life Looking out from behind The chain link fence on the turkey farm There they fed me right Fattened up my thighs After all, what could be the harm If it was up to me I would never leave It's where I prefer to spend my years But alas will come the day When all good turkey's have to say Arrivederci...I am...

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Hate to do this to ya'll but it would help if you listened to Miley's version first...YouTube it. I spent my early life Looking out from behind The chain link fence on the turkey farm There they fed me right Fattened up my thighs After all, what could be the harm If it was up to me I would never leave It's where...

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CYRUS "THE VIRUS" IS EVERYWHERE. WREAKING HAVOC WITHOUT ANY CARE. BORN OUT OF WEDLOCK BETWEEN SLIME AND MOLD. MORPHS HIS WAY THROUGH LIFE I'M TOLD. BIRDS AND PLANTS, TREES AND PEOPLE. HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS TO TURN ALL INTO FECAL. WICKEDLY MEAN, TREACHEROUS DISEASE. TRAVELS THE WORLD AND DO AS HE PLEASE. HE'LL INFECT A...

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