Myron Poems - Poems about Myron

...Once again, yours truly takes poetic license. Whenever the missus irks me or complains... I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin whereby......

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...A classic metal made of vibranium steel alloy, An offensive and defensive weapon that could decoy; Though an illusory creation of comical books, Had become part of culture with pretty attention-ho......

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...It was very sticky Myron had to use his dicky Wiping his face Needing to build his case He used a four letter word In front of a girl She started to cry Knowing she was got caught in a ......

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...IV. Myron’s jaw clenched as he eyed the old brave, who stood quiet and took in the whole scene glared intensely at Myron where he stood, said,”Well then white man, what do you mean?” Myron jus......

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...III. It was near midnight when they came again, four warriors armed all with flaming brands, Myron bolted up from a fitful sleep, and poured out bullets as the horses ran. He managed to shoot ......

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...II. It was several days before trouble came, the quiet seemed at odds with all the news, the papers told of a nation enraged, with loud cries for the Sioux to meet their doom. Myron was out fe......

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...I. Myron Baker wasn’t much of a man for gunplay, whiskey, or ladies of the night. He'd made his move out the western way for space to live his life just as he liked. He’d gotten himself a good......

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...I shall but send a fluffy Jedi …for the mythic unicorn already lives in you. To PD from N.O. *according to biologist Dr. Myron Shekell, Washington University, Yoda was modeled after ......

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...In the warm listless summer nights, Oppressive heat hangs, heavily on the skin. The evening brings a lullaby song, As darkness fades, into the African nights. The morning brings a cool freshness, Aw......

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...A lump with a smile Marionette with no strings Coos beautiful tones By Robb A. Kopp......

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...Myron P. Fusternick Stepped into sand that was quick, Unfortunately for him, his head, Was far too thick... I watched in awe, As one leg sunk into the ground, The other still on dry land, And ......

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...In a misty morn as I trottle to work Some mean teens ......

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