Yeah, I know ~ my poetic output contains a fair bit of junk.
But then ~ even God created something called a skunk.
In the works of all unparalleled thinkers,
you can expect quite a few stinkers.
Most attempts at art never attain great heights ~
most just immediately go ~ kerplunk.
I don't take myself too seriously.
If ever I did, it was only deliriously.
I'm a straight, middle of the road kinda guy,
with an IQ neither too low ~ nor too high.
And as to whether I'll ever do anything significant in my life ~
please stand by.
there was an old man named Ford
who thought history was absurd
he said it was all bunk
then his company produced a junk
and the Edsel historically became the car most abhorred
My mingle-mangle mismash mixed bag of stuff
Is a pastiche, potpourri, patchwork of remnants rough
The accumulation of this junk was not so very tough
Feather dusters, ink wells, rulers, silver links of cuff
Pincushions, a beaver tail, old Spice, smelly snuff
Nails, shoe polish, tape, puffer that does not still puff
Potholders, elf statue, rags to give car a buff
Petrified cinnamon roll, please don’t give me guff.
~ A Little Post-Election Humor Never Hurts ~
Old McDonald’s had a roadside stand
“Make America Eat Junk-Food Again”
And at that roadside stand was RFK
eating processed food, Ole!
Old McDonald’s had a kiosk too
“Make America Throw Up Again”
And at that kiosk was DJT, version two
With Elon Musk, his 'new best friend’ ...
Now Old McDonald’s has a new lease on life
Just don’t expect to see Melania there, Trump’s wife
But – and this may surprise the ‘H’ out of you
I hear Barron’s got a hankerin’ for Mickey D’s mouth-watering
~ ‘filet of horse stew’
huggermugger jinglejangle
of mishmashed stuff
land in the junk drawer
amid pencils and sandpaper rough
I sorted it a month ago
down to sixteen mere things
now there is pink playdough
blue ribbons and six gemstone rings
cleaning it is fruitless
a wasted effort to me
I refuse to take total blame
and watch a bit more TV
Gnomes toss stuff in there
in the middle of the night
other times I put things in
to get them out of sight.
junk drawer clean-up is scheduled today
tape
ribbons
rubber bands
pencils
pens
rulers
small notebooks
matches
candles
bungee cords
dog collar
flashlight
wrench
pliers
scissors
maple syrup packets
I need all of these things I think
as I shut the drawer.
the multifariousness of my junk drawer
holds secrets, stories, gadgets, humor, and much more
bungee cords, cameras, pliers, tape and string
a rubber chicken leg, buzzer bell with an ominous ring
hard cinnamon roll, which fell in yesterday
blue yoyo, ketchup packet, a tiny nosegay
such a variety of goodies I have to admit
if my mother saw it, she would have a fit.
Drunk, in a funk, a lowly punk, I shrunk from a skunk. It stunk. Away I slunk. I too stunk, I thunk. I took a dunk and sunk.
A chunk or hunk of B.S. or bunk? Please debunk.
The world's rarest treasures are other people's junk
mountain of things we throw
unneeded items stacked in drawers
rotten meat , fermented food
we eat junk and then junk eats us
heaps of trash, that's our treasure
rusted cars will soon be a wreckage
Oh! Let's bring new junk, get rid of the old
JUNK
Achievements of life
turning meaningless - useless
well preserved in mind.
Each item is just a junk.
Garbage demanding clearance.
"One man's trash is another man's treasure" Old English Proverb
Just because you think some thing is too old or has become
Useless doesn’t mean it should be tossed out. Here is a hint:
Never think another would not want it. You might feel dumb
Knowing an old record you’d thrown away was worth a mint!
"Nothing haunts us like the junk we didn't buy."
Anonymous
"I should keep this," I always say
"I might need it some other day"
Where I put it, there it will stay
That's just my way That's just my way
Stockpile of junk is what it's called
Trinkets but nothing that has crawled
All over the house, they are sprawled
Hubby appalled Hubby appalled
At first, it was just a junk drawer
Until my 'things' fell to the floor
"I'll stop." I promised and I swore
I still want more I still want more
It's a collection of clutter
"Yes, but they're all mine." I sputter
Even that old broken shutter
And golf putter And golf putter
I've no room to walk in my house
Not space enough for a lil' mouse
Couldn't find my favorite blouse
Mislaid my spouse Mislaid my spouse
Junk can become a enormously problem
Mountain of cheap and meaningless things
Hoarding disorder is a mental illness
Collecting junk because
they may be useful in the future
Narrow smelly paths cut through the house
walls of junk up to the roof
In this home love was born
The room where they were sisters
cozy they curl together
Walls with floral wallpaper
has been crumbled away
Things grow from the basement roots
grew larger and larger every day
Nobody finds the dining table
eats cold pizza on the floor
long lost treasure found
hiding in storage units
cobwebs dead spiders
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