Long Fibbing Poems

My man’s veiled message unclear
I’ve dallied for four long years
Sis, have I ever been
Fooled!
Turns on the charm on a whim
Parades what you saw in him
Just a tad so you are
Fooled
There’s not a ring
not a vow
no...

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(using your best rap rhythm/voice)

The first one's kinda simple, and it's very plain to see;
There is no other God, no other God but me.
The inside scoop, the on-the-level:
Those other little g’s are of the devil.

Ba-da-bim,...

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I ant never going to break
I wasn't lonely that i was a boy
nor a man that grows with the wind
i was a free sole, to scope the world
we run free into the bliss till the...

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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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People don’t think of you the way that you like 
who do you think you’re conning when talking all that ite 
blagging everybody you come into contact with 
proud of the first opportunity to take...

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Red power mode
White digital
Blue logo

My, oh my ...
sweet apple pie!
Patriotic American cheese is turning sour Kraut commie
Democracy is Wisconsin curdling ... penicillin shot
needed between the ailing ballot box,
sho’ ain’t Louisiana Purchase forthcoming

Lady Liberty is bowing...

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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never...

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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never...

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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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Setting: A parlor with money hanging on a wall hosts an engagement on legal tender
Characters: 
T: Teen, (spoiled boy) in puke shorts and bigoted shirt, and he's loaded {burp}
W: Woman, (nut all there) varied Degree...

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You’re driven to do bad, bad
	real bad things
Chucky did it, you’d often say

You’re given to say bad, bad
	real bad things
You said it’s Rhoda who talks this way

You’ve been fibbing bad, bad
	real bad, boy
Ever since you...

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Almost  

Decided to make that post  

A tweet  

That I thought would put on the heat  

Entire world could read it   

Some may say to me ‘beat it’ ...

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Cat on a hot tin roof, and I am not kidding. I am really not!
This black cat is lying in wait. I am not fibbing. The roof is his cot!
I saw him up there in...

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Faculty meeting. Formidably flippantly fortuitously fluffy and forgetful.
I began to write a little list of F words, because I was in the F word mood.
Frilly. Free-ha-ha. Feast. Forget-me-knots. Fallacy. Farming. Fastidious. Fun-filled.
What are you doing?...

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Said baker Ted to baker Ned:
Ned, did you knead the dough?

"Dough, I did dot dead the dough"
Why not knead the dough, Ned?

"I didn't wad to sdeeze on the dough"
Sneeze on the dough, Ned?

"Yes Ded, I...

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“Ole Brownie”

The meanest and the best,
Proven among the rest,
My dog in Arkansas, pope county,
I present, ole Brownie,

With first cold front,
Arkansans begin the hunt,
Razorback hogs,
with their dogs,

Now my dog Brownie,
Meanest hog dog in pope county,
A sight...

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Still, in my pajamas, cold, ‘tis Winter.
Purple and gray wool socks, and still, cold feet.
Yet i’d walk down into the oaks, with sun’s
light be soaked, at the Summer-plumed heartbeat.

Into the glowing moss and down the...

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don't count
on me be
cause odd
ly enough
though i'm
one of the
ranks i've
always
stunk
at be
ing
one
to

actually say
grammatic
ally not ma
the ma tic
ally why
when i
add up
the sum
of us as
some
thing
i am
all

ways getting 
oddly even 
after doing 
it with you
twice i still 
come up
with...

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Have you seen the new curly red haired girl?
Cannot say that I have, he replied, wondering.
Why was everyone saying this to him?
This was the fourth person who had asked.

There she is! Four people shouted, watching...

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Mightier than fibs and sharp swords, 
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale, 
And glossed lips' deodorized words. 

Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax...

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My mom lets me roller skate in the house, the new boy said.
Liar! I thought, but I kept it to myself.
She lets me paint murals on the walls of my room, he added.
You are a...

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April Fools is on the new horizon 
When the next time the sun rises 
There will be innocent fibbing and lying 
Is it a prank, a joke? 
Or just a forum for one to stand...

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The wedding is booked the date all agreed
got the dress, venue, guess what I need
A look in the mirror, its easy to spot
I could loose a few pounds don't need a lot
I'll cut out the...

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My dad told me when he was young
And fit as fit could be
As the best Saharan lumberjack
He cut down every tree

He rode a wild dinosaur
From York to Timbuctu
He took it back to London
And put it...

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Mr. and Mrs. Pinocchio are carvings of wood
No matter how they try, they cannot be good
Lying is their habit. The constant fibbing shows
by the length of snouts; each has a distended nose

They bray like donkeys...

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