Long Britches Poems

They had only been practicing for a few days but DynDoeth was not surprised when he was made aware that elves were on their way to escort him to Rian.  He had his spies...

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“I do not know if he still lives in that cave or if he is even alive, but I can tell you where it is.  I have never shared this with anyone but Jessica,...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own and remain anonymous send it to my soup mail. Enjoy!

Roses...

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Curiosity.
Exploring Innocence,
In all innocence.
A journey into manhood.

At three, sweet Linda’s flower bloomed for me
in my driveway under our old maple tree
where pedestrians, neighbours, family could see.

In our innocence- as we explored – they did not...

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Chroí awoke early the next morning, disoriented and a bit frightened.  This was not her bed .  It was so big.  She was tired and felt drained.  Closing her eyes, thoughts...

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“Unicorns are Us” 

You can only imagine
the furore 
when magick
hit the score
the Party, not impressed,
was not for witches
too big for their
britches on brooms,
said all the high-brow
cultural dignitories
and low-strung 
toad hall politicians
pacing around the room;
so all...

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The new sheriff of Poetry Soup
 Rode into town on a horse named Snoop
 Jan was on his wanted list
 And the gang she did enlist
 In writing lim'ricks about poop
   He found...

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DARKSTONE
FortySeven
Statistic
Several missing parts some scars beaten up and left for dead the mighty men 
have used the fists oh GOD when will eye get some rest walking walking looking 
looking searching for my hideaway my...

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Hey, I like Fast cars, I've lived agood life, wand the worst life like the one your waiting for.
 Time to grow up, be a man now the perfect life knocking at your door. It's...

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the footing on the flanks of the Hill of Beans
was worse than he had sussed
that drizzling pale morning
when the Sun was lowest
but beans be damned
and their counters with them
yes I know
a smoky mess
like most of...

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 Passenger Pigeons carry messages to people entrenched at 
www.wwone/ditched in doughboy britches wearing Army boots of wool 
 August 3, 1914 special...

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housed within mine impenetrable hermetically 
   sealed invisible bubble
   draped with blackened Hades 
   hued habiliment therein dwelt
sinister saboteur mastermind marauder of the Hubble
   who demanded sacrifice...

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She asked him, "Why are you drinking
Before it's 9 am"?
He told her not to worry
She said, "Damn! You're drunk again".

She said that she was tired
Of him sleeping on the couch
She told him forty seven ways
He...

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The air was thin and icy.
It was dark and cold outside.
A blanket of snow covered the ground.
The footprints in the snow led the way.
We loaded the bus one-by-one as if we were animals entering Noah’s...

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Along the corridors both in white overcoats,
I think that’s what unifies us, what charges the environment
Even with light shakes and occasional jades
With larks pretence to just keep the handshake a little longer
Every meeting moment, both...

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They call you corporate?
Well then so am I
You’re that same guy I saw pass by
And cut your eyes in my direction
Like I was some kind of menace
But we’re both lawless
I run my world from where...

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Down the drain...In the words of Lary Love:


Those Rico acts got em not wanting to be gangsta no more,

Last words he heard as a free man was "get down on the floor!!"

He suppose to get...

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Early in the morning as my feet hit the floor, I jump in my britches and I’m out the door. 
Down and around the corner is a mighty fine place to eat. So I hurry...

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The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar pieces
to the uppermost yoke of an old pecan tree

He is...

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I'm in me bath here, with a box of red cheer, 
yeah a box of red cheer, beer's too bloody dear.
Me mind's wanderin twixt big tits and riches, 
bein able to scratch at what itches,...

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Miss All That (MAT) came in all prissy; serious cooks laughed a scoff.
Dare this woman think she’d make the finals in the ultimate cook off?
Something wrong with her we decided; her waist was too thin...

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"The Auditing"

We are all numbers
aren’t we? continually,
we are audited daily,

we audit each other
regularly 
but we aren't regular 

we are the noun 
that rhymes with 
britches

too big 
for political 
correctness

you could burn us
like a word that
rhymes...

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In El Paso town is where "The Head Witch" make her nest
She is smart, clever mean, evil to the heart
her tentacles to grab her prey, reach far and wide
Been at war with this old heifer...

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You, poet, poetess...
ARE THE EYES OF THE WORLD!

Now that I've got your attention... let's sail to avenues where few too many 
cooks infuse attitutudes, burn britches in the kitchen.
Let us wave banners and quake fault...

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Oh, soaring heart of mine!
How wonderful! How grand!
I was so terribly sad, before ...
But now my britches are bursting with joy!

You see, the sky was crying,
Just a minute ago!
Weeping and sobbing from fright ...
The lightning...

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