Long Scarfing Poems

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Premium Member Stuffing Santa

Santa eats burger.com

                                A McD’s opened at the North Pole Sights
                                Scarfing on Big Mac’s, fries, and crispy bites
                                The red sleigh abandoned
                                He now weighs a ton and
                                The Airforce cancelled Santa’s Noel Flights

                                Big Red’s beard’s down to his knees
                                Only comes out to shoot the breeze
                                Mrs. Claus won’t ring his bells
                                Rudolph’s nose detects foul smells
                                His naughty and nice lists have been seized

                                North Pole news cries: Santa Clean Up Your Act
                                Mrs. Claus nags of a bad heart's impact
                                Do like Rudy does, take yoga
                                Instead of that Saratoga 
                                Kids depend on you to bring their toys intact    
                                                                              by I Am Anaya
      *Saratoga cigarettes
                        
                                Deernaped by a carnival for all to see
                                He's called Miami's Own Rudoph Wannabe
                                Now lamenting and blue
                                For deserting his crew
                                He's the prodigal deer returned home spreading glee!
                                                                              by Robert Gorelick
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Form: Limerick


Premium Member It's Just a Game

These Limericks were written after playing a card game called Poo Pocalypse... don't ask or I'll blame it on Jan...lol


History recorded leaders in wars
Great men and women: their whys and wherefores
Napolean Bona-fart
A short French dude, a sweet tart
Whose stinky stench exuded from his pores

A female consort weighed too many stones
From scarfing down ice cream in waffle cones
Mary, the Queen of Plops
Upon her butt she flops
In the castle, her toilets were her thrones

There was a barbarian, years ago
In battles much blood was sure to flow
Nasty crap from the buns
of Atilla the Runs
More deadly than arrows from a crossbow

King from the Plantagenet dynasty
was not given time for his toiletry
That was terribly absurd
for England's Richard the Turd
It was an invasion of privacy

Troubled was the one who made great magic
There was one known to have gas... how tragic
The Great Harry Poodini
Had powers of a genie
But subduing farts, he didn't know Jack!

Peeking in windows is an evil deed
One pervert, whose weakness he did concede
He's known as 'Pooping Tom'
With coolness and aplomb
Watching people crap is his craving need
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Weight Of A Bibliophile

That summer weight of a bibliophile,
my reading list has been growing a while.
Waiting for the backdrop of the ocean
to hurriedly crack open a new one. 

Stuff your beach bag fill up your E-reader 
Summer is here the weather is warmer. 
It’s finally time to lighten the load,
with all the excitement I might explode.

A new author a new world to explore,
I soak it up and get hungry for more. 

Riding shotgun down a fictitious road
I studied a law that became the code.
With every lesson making me stronger 
the next chapter just needs to get longer. 

So hard to beat such solitary fun,
that never needs an okay from someone. 
Scarfing it all up I’m so full meanwhile 
I lose the weight of a bibliophile.

Close Encounter With Humankind Pt2

The three coyotes 
Watched this all unfold
Waiting for Sam to disappear

They knew they had a half 
An hour 
Before the OSP would appear

They pounced on Maria
Snarling hungry scarfing her 
Drinking up her fresh blood

Ripping her Up for dinner,
Enjoying their unexpected 
venison feast.

Jason the head coyote,
told the others 

“Well, Sam might be a good guy,
For a human.
Tried to do the right thing,

But he killed her 
And she died 
For us to enjoy dinner.

Such is the way
Of the world
My brothers.

But he did us a favor
Maria is fresh meat
And we will feast well 
Tonight, my brothers.

We will eat her up
But leave some 
For our brothers,

The vultures,
Who are circling above 
Patiently waiting 
Their turn to have dinner.”

The OSP came 
In due course
Saw the vultures
Finishing their dinner
Chased them off

Heard the contended  coyotes
Howling at the moon

They called Sam Adams up
Said there was nothing 
They could do
But let nature 
Take its course.

Thus ended Maria’s 
Close encounter
With humankind.
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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