Long Duluth Poems

Santa's Magic Mask
Santa got a letter
From a young boy in Duluth
Will there be a Christmas
Say, it's not the truth

We heard that you aren't coming
This virus is real bad
Folks say there'll be no Christmas
And Santa, I'm...

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There once was a man from Duluth
whose habit was spinning the truth.
He had told the same tale
(every day without fail;
'twas getting quite long in the tooth).

He sat down to drink in a booth
then ordered a...

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The Great Lakes Engineering Works built a new boat
S. S. Edmund Fitzgerald, t'would soon be afloat
The people that owned her needed a name
President of the company was given that fame.

One of the largest boats to...

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Limericks

There once was a small rabbit from Siam,
Who always proclaimed, “I think I can”,
In time he did grow as white as the snow,
Now he gives auditions on the tram!

There was a smart fox with ginger...

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Misfit, Miss Feet (A literary translation)
Gossipmonger rumors around!
A wedding ensuing, Mary go-round!
May I have a speaker call?
Surmising the news to scroll? 
Not bad, not bad at all, there!
In utter black, a chilling suction, May..or!
And the...

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Graffiti Graveyard is/was a place in Duluth where street artists would spray paint their murals. It was in an interesting location, underneath a highway. The homeless of duluth would sleep here, an upwards of 20...

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Do you know 
Where the wind blows 
How do you go
To where the wind blows

On accompany bound 
North Carolina found
Down the coast 
Out the window of a greyhound 
Day dreams 
Just won’t let me sleep...

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There's a castle in Duluth
Made out of sugar cubes

And the moat that flows out front
Is filled with soda pop

Fruit that grows on trees 
Is the finest in jelly beans

In the nearby spring fed lake
People swim...

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The grower's child and the picker's child want to run away
They want to go to Duluth, the most exotic place they know
We fear he'll get amoralous and ruin us, ruin us
Here the rain is falling,...

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I walked up to the man at the counter,
put down my bag, and looked at the name on his tag, 
It was Howard. "How do Howard," said I, 
“Ain’t it a lovely day to be...

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Old Stackhouse Joe
Had a lazy eye

Sunday morning choirboy
He could sing like a lark

He had a stiletto
He sharpened all the time

Stuck a pig
And called it bloody wine

Poker night at Joe’s
Always a fight

Smoking day old
Cigarettes he’d bought...

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