Nostalgia Humorous Poems

   Too stoned to care
     wild eyes and hair
   My friend and I dare
   ...

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The Mother of Invention
Has given birth once more
And her new baby
Is as mad as before

Eddison or Tesla
Would spill their tea
I know because it happens to...

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when it comes to the travails
of the human heart
logic is a poor study
as Diogenes' wisdom gathers a lantern
searching in vain
there is a deeper reasoning
among the...

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Mother was away, plucking hens
So I got my mead, in the special hip flask
Sat by the fence, just by the green
Time slipped along, Ken joined...

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Dear readers, please dwell awhile
Sit here a moment I pray
I wish to speak a little
of what and how people say

Surely the ladies here
would wish it...

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The teeny weeny arachnid
crawled up my dingy wall.
Little did he know
this would turn into a brawl.

Then I grabbed a shoe
held it high above my head.
And...

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Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly 
leaving me dumbstruck,
how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; 
ofttimes imagined as time thief.

Hence...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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Where are my old white corsets
  Right next to your candy cigarettes

Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
  It's canceled. They use...

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I am windy the great I am
Windy the great I am, I am
to be buried in the toilet next door
 I got out and gassed...

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In the winter I realize 
I became a cat moving from one cozy spot to the next. 
I stretch and lay. 

I watch the snowfall...

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The gas has gone, gasp,
walk, and walk fast 
the pump drips drops 
and the drops don't last 

what a bloody disaster, 
gotta run to go...

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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! He said. 
I looked around, my face quite red.
Who was talking? I looked around.
“Down here, Woman! I’m on the ground.”

This...

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In my youth I was completely engrossed,
By poetry along the byways nailed to a post!
It wasn't composed by John Greenleaf Whittier;
No, the authors were much...

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Hum or Sing this to the 
tune of the theme song
of 'Car 54, Where are You?'

         ...

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