Fibbed Poems - Poems about Fibbed

...I was trying to help the birdie the diabolical cat lied I saw my parakeet Poindexter, shivering by his side Then why does he look frozen with fear? I asked the cat. I think he saw something awful,......Read the rest...

...!!!CAVEAT LECTOR!!! This one's a bit naughty, dear readers... You've heard of Snow White And the story reported Of the seven wee dudes With whom she consorted. Well, here's the actual skinny ......Read the rest...

...I was trying to help the birdie the diabolical cat lied I saw my parakeet Poindexter, shivering by his side Then why does he look frozen with fear? I asked the cat. I think he saw something awful,......Read the rest...

...I have watched you love yourself and seen you fight You find it difficult to fight yourself but you still try For the battle against oneself is usually really tight But you remain in the ring eve......Read the rest...

...My family is all mucked up she tells her date. We have multiple diagnoses. My dad is mentally deranged, a psychopath. He has probably killed people. My mom is a freak, she has early onset Alzhe......Read the rest...

...Do these glasses make us look fat? Who looks worse, me or Matt? I looked up to do a quadruple take. A mistake I did not care to make. Why are zebras so hard to raise? They gave me a nod, Ted g......Read the rest...

...Telling "White Lies" My mother got born November thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five within poverty stricken household of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest (most mollycoddled) of four sibl......Read the rest...

...once … there - with trunks of monkey’s meth there grew a breadth of bunky breaths deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths to calm their chemic coggers the fame of phlegmic foggers so deep and d......Read the rest...

...Marcus Twain was a clever man, from Hannibal, Missouri, who actually made his living as an author way back when, Who'd - through his notoriety for kindling 'confrontations' - acquired a reputation a......Read the rest...

...five chameleon sisters with talents none shared dancing the day awake in a Nebraskan hay field one was a dancer, dreaming of Broadway and Park Avenue one was a soothsayer, seeing three of their fu......Read the rest...

...She really wanted to see a ghost…ecstatically excited. She heard this place had plenty, and a spooky atmosphere. She’d have to pinch herself, ready to cheer…elated. She’d spend a romantic weekend ......Read the rest...

...But, my friend said, if Goldilocks was alive today her story would be different: we’re just so used to the fairy tale message, the simplified right and wrong of it. Women today are too afraid to ......Read the rest...

...Reveren’ Carlton Whitney was the pastor of our church, and someone I looked up to as a child. Six foot six, with piercing eyes, a booming voice, and yet…his disposition, thankfully - was mild. T......Read the rest...

...You lie she said. For she was not nice. It’s the truth, he fibbed. He did it twice. Are we friends? She asked. As she scooted away Sure, he lied. For that was his way.......Read the rest...

...We burned a bunch of matches My buddy Dane and me Then we burned an outhouse up The smell was way ugly! Next we burned a little shed. Was not me, we fibbed notoriously together. Then we burne......Read the rest...