Long Hullaballoo Poems

Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time.
Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ;    
        tea and sympathy...

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breeding frenzied jawboning 
nastiness, rock'm sock'm vermin 
zealously, dizzying hordes kickstart 
outrageous trampling, xMen busting

displays, heralding luminary 
pastoral times, Xing Bethlehem
figurine Jesus observes sacrilegious 
wackiness anarchy.

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Dossier (doze heir) About This Sleepy Head

Unable to shake off drowsiness
     iz not ease zee,
hence, as a night owl, no
     (not that you
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Billy Bob Bear was on an adventure on a bright, breezy day
Birds and bees swarmed in to light his path, to show him the way
Bunnies were hopping along, in a hippity hoppy sashay.
It was going...

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Looking forward all winter for my vacation 
A three-day excursion put on by We Are One Nation
We parked our RV’S near the foothill,
then hiked and climbed top of the cliff and met Will
When the sign...

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His hair starting to recede,
his lips a thin line,
his hands always carrying a gun,
he's got Clint Eastwood eye's,

He'll turn the tables on you,
you had better think twice,
either giving you a punch,
or rolling you like your...

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No bash so far, beats the one in the jar
Emcee DJ Green spins for the jarstar 
No ill will to spill, just dancing on dill
When the lid comes off it’s an open bar!

So relish your...

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MacJock looked uptight

When we said "That's not right,

We're not paying one pence you see" 

Den Finn swung and missed

With his powerful fist

And it landed on the jaw of McGee

MacJock grabbed a bottle

Intending to throttle

The closest...

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The flop and flurry of wide, woozy wings
clatters over dawn hedgerows.
Claws scrabble, feathers flounce.
An ounce of twitters rebounds
into raucous sound.

Here a rowdy cackle,
here a coddled coo,
there a deeply fluted hoo-hoo
all together in a ruffled flutter.
Birdsongs...

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It was a good morning until
kids outside threw big rocks into
our room, leaving glass neath the sill.
What hullaballoo we went through!

Auntie Em passed out with a yell.
Our uncle, who stood near his wife,
with his crutches...

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by Glenn Sentes

And it held the firecracker like a runner with a torch
But never did it light it like scaredy-cat, stalked.
Month afresh year afresh
It held its breath, uncertain
Hullaballoo zodiacking but still remained perturbed!

They say it...

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