Long Could eat a horse Poems

I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in...

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Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass

circa June 20th, 2022
prompted me to stutter 
self addressed rapid fire gesundheit
nsync with, spluttering
“I don't have any allergies!”

An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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Apoplectic curmudgeon fumbles...

Jumpstarting outstanding undertaking...
bringing jouncy, spectacularly crafted,
nuanced, zesty, noteworthy, creatively
spirited enlightened written poem.

This raggedy man doth inconsolably weeps
kept rudely awake whilst disobedient sheep
incur wrath of Little Bo Peep, she lambastes
protesting courtesy rambunctiousness being
future mutton...

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Now I don't know if you've heard
Of the Baked Bean competition
Where contestants eat as much as can
In just twenty five minutes

Up they lined ready to start
To gobble up these dishes
Standing by were huge black pots
Ready...

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I relish being hungry for popslop grub...

(on second thought lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protruding taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized with heart that goes lub dub).

She painstakingly lovingly doth strew
haphazardly she threw
leftovers...

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An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty 
bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger 
than a mole luck yule set in motion a 
chain reaction, whence mine sensitive 
proboscis honker...

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I'm hungry enough to eat a horse
A horse I won't eat
its what I need when I choose my course
My course is any except returning home

Returning home is pain if only someone had known

Known that I'm...

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Thus, methinks himself wise
to don cooking apron
please do not ask why
trumpeting self as master chef boyardee
so move over wife and allow husband to try
his hand (using skill - let) me prepare Thai
and/or other Asian cuisine...

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(sorry, Tirzah, I could not do a nice long poem on horses.
I just felt like doing some silly limericks playing off expressions
for horses. Thanks for the inspiration!)

I Hate that Horse

There’s a horse that I so...

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Horsemeat Scandal in Europe

By Elton Camp

“Beef” is a word that’s loosely applied
Although to most, cow meat is implied

It’s off to the slaughterhouse with old Mag
It seems it’s been the same with the old nag

Let’s hope...

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You cannot belly laugh
at a funeral
Nor you can bewail
at a wedding;  

You cannot shed crocodile tears
when hurt,
You cannot turn blue
When feeling blue
Nor turn red when angry;
Feeling envious
won't turn you green!

You cannot eat a horse
no...

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There once was a big alligator
It got out of an elevator 
A very loud yell
The voice rang a bell
His mate was on the travelator

His mate was a communicator
And said, ‘I said I’d see you later
I’m...

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