Long Spoonerisms Poems

Epigrams

Autumn Conundrum
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that every leaf must finally fall,
it’s just that we can never catch them all.

Piercing the Shell
by Michael R. Burch

If we strip away all the accouterments of war,
perhaps we'll discover...

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MEANA THE WEEVIL ITCH

In deepest hyper space, in the land of Zog,
lives a weevil itch who resides in a bog
At birth she'd been Zogletised as Gina,
but the Elders secretly call her Meana!

Meana is renown for...

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Hooming in the near lorizon, 
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!

More crinkles fill...

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The years fold into one another
like that old collapsible cup
I used to take on picnics;
memories in sepia and disappearing,
resistant, resurrected only by
a word, a sign, a sound.

It is a vaporous thing to cherish;
the wonder of...

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The day started badly as I had a bat flattery on my vodge diper

It was roaring with pain when I arrived at the par cark at the mall
Went to put my bopping in the shoot...

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My puns are not too punny.
They are puny -
so itty-bitty that they have no bite-y.
Like tiny turtles with no turtle necks
or like selfish shellfish
offering no worthy catch,
what good are they when they’re so poor?
My puns...

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They tried to tease her ears
 as she lay there hoken barted
 She'd been told a lack of pies
 And she was in a pot of lain

 So she came up with a plaster man
...

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Katurday and Iz plazs wit mee talky kat,

Ohs, hooman, it go away, me ballz;
Don't be stoopit, you gits itz oks,
Iz not fit under that bigz chairees.
Hay, Iz not fat, Iz jst fluffy,
PLZ, I is sad,...

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