Long Fibbed Poems

She really wanted to see a ghost…ecstatically excited.
She heard this place had plenty, and a spooky atmosphere.
She’d have to pinch herself, ready to cheer…elated.
She’d spend a romantic weekend there with a freaking-out spouse.

He’s a scaredy-cat!...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral...

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Last night began in a darkened room
filled with forced friendships and opaque smiles.
We ate freshly popped popcorn with real butter,
probably the only real thing in the room, except for
painful memories, lost dreams and misplaced smiles.

We...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his...

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!!!CAVEAT LECTOR!!! This one's a bit naughty, dear readers...

You've heard of Snow White
And the story reported
Of the seven wee dudes
With whom she consorted.
Well, here's the actual skinny
On what really occurred,
Just another example
Of how stories get...

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Santa, I have an important request.
Please don't embarrass me with ho ho hos.
If you'd looked at my face you might have guessed.
I'm serious about fixing my nose.

I can sense you are stifling your laughter.
Your bowl...

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Written Nov. 10, 2012

Gail’s Note:  Not for the Faint of Heart
                      Rated PG-13...

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But, my friend said, if Goldilocks was alive today her story would be different:
we’re just so used to the fairy tale message, the simplified right and wrong of it.

Women today are too afraid to walk...

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once …

there - with trunks of monkey’s meth
there grew a breadth of bunky breaths
deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths
to calm their chemic coggers 
the fame of phlegmic foggers

so deep and dark those dribble bibs
didst dig their...

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To all my friends here on the soup,
    I just won the state lottery and here’s the scoop.
With all the millions that I won today, 
     They said...

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The truth stood downcast in the lie
I know you’ve fibbed; I have the proof
You cannot look me in the eye
Still adamant you told the truth

I love to watch you backpedal
The truth stood downcast in the...

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I was trying to help the birdie the diabolical cat lied
I saw my parakeet Poindexter, shivering by his side
Then why does he look frozen with fear? I asked the cat.
I think he saw something awful,...

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I was trying to help the birdie the diabolical cat lied
I saw my parakeet Poindexter, shivering by his side
Then why does he look frozen with fear? I asked the cat.
I think he saw something awful,...

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Do these glasses make us look fat?
Who looks worse, me or Matt?
I looked up to do a quadruple take.
A mistake I did not care to make.

Why are zebras so hard to raise?
They gave me a...

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five chameleon sisters with talents none shared
dancing the day awake in a Nebraskan hay field
one was a dancer, dreaming of Broadway and Park Avenue
one was a soothsayer, seeing three of their futures.
Terrified because she could...

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His instructor said he must wear tights
Most essential in these sorts of flights
Fred said take them away
Folks would think I was gay
The truth is that Fred’s scared of heights


Fred fibbed that he’d been a wing...

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