Long Loafer Poems

Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was sitting up close to your date.
One hand on the wheel...

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Here’s Some Nice Poem By A, “Punny” Guy

Puns are nice, but I need a living
so I can get all life is giving,
but I don’t drive and can’t afford a chauffeur.
Each job I’ve tried just turns...

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I Am: Hello guys it’s an honor, fellows

Moe:  HELLO! 
Larry: HELLO!
Curly: HELLO!  
The Three Stooges:  HELLOS!

I Am:  You’re known as half-wits, birdbrains, knuckleheads, 
       ...

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big Yawn Productions presents
the daytime drama Living Therapeutically
as others live randomly or habitually
you'll need a supply of 3-D glasses
and I know just the guy
a trailer park Samuel Becket
cheeks rosy like Mr. Stalin
sitting atop the dustbin...

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You came into our lives a spark.
A blur of chestnut red, 
Igniting us with canine love,
And nestling by our bed. 

Chasing swallows in the park 
That teased you in their flight, 
Relentlessly you chase them...

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the gulf circle is where 
brown pelicans dive for their 
dinner over the heads 
of the hungry masculine 
wood storks looking men
swarming in schools like shark 
 
preying on beautiful elderly women 
for they jewels...

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When I was a kid of maybe six
And I put on my favorite kicks
I had a problem a kid faces
I couldn’t tie my own shoelaces
And with four kids, Mom’s precious time
Could not all be spent...

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Villanelle : Those whom the Muses love die Martyrs' deaths at lone Stockade

Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade
Not yearning for success excuses each seek to elude
Fame stops at no stranger's...

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I will start for love
And I will end for love.
You as a whopper
In love like a mother,
I didn't see why you
Let me captived in queue
Of infants of love.
You showed me love
So I ain't a dealer...

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He’s always So Behind

Hasten,
Mason

Heavenly Guy

Sky glow
Milo

A Great Guy

Maxwell
acts swell

Sure Not Dickie Nixon

Tricky
Micky

Spoiled Guy

Bratty
Mattie

Why We Follow

Moses
Shows us

Such a Cheerful Fellow

Jaunty
Monty

Hope he Doesn’t want Kids

Sterile
Merrill

The Stoic

Spartan
Martin

He Keeps Them in the Family

Newel’s
Jewels

The King’s Favorite

Jester
Nestor

He’s Just so Tall

Shorten
Norton

Almost got...

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Time to change myself once more
It's my mantra every Sunday
Be good with food and have less wine
This always starts on Monday

Commence with gentle exercise
And eat a smaller ration
By Tuesday this is going well
I'm full of...

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amble
waddle
search
she strains at her walker
prowling the home's halls
shoe on one foot
bare on the other

in an other worldly time
her soft footed tracks 
are marred with circumstance

"where is my shoe?" she wails
a quagmire to be free of
wanting...

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A land full of plenty ,yet they suffer,
Which makes me confused like naughty loafer,
Children battling with hunger makes me cry,
While few wild baboons suck the nation dry.
	
They travel to foreign lands to lavish
the nation’s wealth,which...

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I   danced   around the circle how graceless i am
The tones i used to sing was no longer mine
Food id like to eat turned bitter in time
I looked at the mirror the...

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You penny-posing loafer
You’re worn, through and through
Like us, puh-lease say we’re over 
Before I fly-salt your food

You’re worn, through and through
Like the new burn-holes in your pants?
Before I fly-salt your food,
Why not leave as I...

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Ahhhhhh.... they make me so mad!
A fool, a buffoon, an unruly lad,
A prankster, a trickster, a tattler,
A gigolo, a lounger and an idler;

An imposter, a pretender and a loafer,
A party crasher, a tailgater and a...

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Ahhhh...they make me so mad:
A fool, a buffoon, an unruly lad,
A prankster, a trickster, a tattler,
A gigolo, a lounger and an idler;

An impostor, a pretender and a loafer,
A party crasher, a tailgater and a golfer,
A...

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Alone in the night,
 
descending the stairs,
 
I desolate happiness,
 
out of scars
 
The scars of past,
 
and present and future,
 
And the happiness of a wandering thought

In the broad daylight,
 
when I fade out
...

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There's an innocent time that I recall
  when every girl is Cinderella at a bobby-sox ball
each guy, a penny-loafer prince in a white letter sweater
  and the jukebox music keeps getting better

A place...

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