Lumpy Poems - Poems about Lumpy

Happy to be alive how about you I'm long past my youth by double-d-do Hope you're well You still don't smell People at the opera fart lumps do you? ...

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as much as she whipped never could get the lumps out meal time at Grandma's...

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Santa once took an elf for a ride on his sleigh The elf sat on Santa's lap an unusual way Santa felt a big lump Thought he'd sat on a stump And we now have a Santa who's gay Funny Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin 11/17/2022...

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Wake up grumpy tired much older than yesterday. Day fifty-seven, an irrationally not nice non-round number, since defiantly challenging daughter, with the contextual right-brain unhealthy intelligence of a sociopathic alligator, last came home from school or anywhere without me. Remembering her school's response when I suggested her six-hours-per-day aide five days per week not be switched out every week or two. She doesn't do well with transitions including interpersonal change, lack of power to...

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Fearfully awesome bumps lumps crumps slumps in powerful night become reassuring natural dynamic spirits with first overpowering light. Bumps in angry nights may retributively escalate punishing darker climates of mutual lasting Hate, And milder short-term disassociations, more competing human Natures idolized above Earth invested democratic-rooted Spirits. More nourishing lumpy souls in awesome dark may restore and escalate ecojustice, peacefully reiterative WinWin transactions, constitutions composed of complementary cooperatively co-invested smart remarks. How awesome your lumpy...

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A fellow from the south of South Africa Waltzed around in a skirt made of taffeta Some thought he was strange With his long curly mane A lump in his trunks proved him male to the maxima...

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Kapok, re-re-restuffed, still lumpy, still stiff. Seams mended, by needle, by tape, re-re-again. No no one here, yet. Still me me, again. Thoughts, unscolded, atop this old zafu....

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Guess what we had today... yup, white lumpy rain Don't dare use the s-word, too early in the game My psyche can't handle it Probably cause me a fit Canadian winters can sure give me a dirty big pain © Jack Ellison 2015...

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A fellow from the south of South Africa Waltzed around in a skirt made of taffeta Some thought he was strange With his long curly mane A lump in his trunks proved him male to the maxima © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Lumpy Rumpy, now a high school lad, I'm afraid is still acting very bad, In his school laboratory he did amass, Some stinking, self-made, rotten egg gas. He corked it up in a chemistry vial, Then down the town, he strolled for a while, Choosing a site, the local paper shop, He went in with the vial and took the top off. He...

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Lumpy Rumpy, a rather large lad, Had a reputation for being so bad, He rolled a mega barrel down the hill, Full of dead fish and the content spill. The reeking aroma made people sad, With pegs on their noses they got so mad, The townsfolk chased Lumpy down the street, If they catch him up they might paddle his seat....

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I Spy Something Lumpy (or what I learned on the web today) Somewhere in the Poconos A lady was arrested Her hiding place for heroin Let’s say was double breasted 170 little bags Somehow she did hide For those of you math challenged That’s 85 per side Now I’m no fashionista But even I can tell 85 bags of anything And a bra will surely swell So...

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