An old nincompoop from Madagascar
Bought a jalopy and entered NASCAR
He avoided the crashes
Drove around all the smashes
Too bad he bought a slow not a fast car
The race over, the old fellow was sad
To finish in last place hurt him real bad
Then a girl gave him a kiss
You can't imagine his bliss
The poor fool war-whooped and hollered like mad
March 01, 2021
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All you dear friends I have here in the loupe
Are truer than many, they put up with my poop
A pooper by fame
Try hard not to shame
But at times lose control, excuse this nincompoop
I regret the sway, scope and exposure of groups
who perpetuate race and gender nincompoop.
Of course, we are all born equal, come on people!
Upheaval from such is ignorance most feeble.
I bemoan society’s rationality
that steers away from individuality.
When one gives a group all their personality
how shall they tend their own spirituality?
We cannot group-die, or group-rest as group-buried
or ascend with angels to heaven group-carried.
It oftentimes sparks my indignation to flame
when one wears a group identity as their name.
When someone thinks of a group as their family,
their life is a fantasy based on fallacy.
False are group words offering belonging and love,
true are individual zones, love toned above.
It’s normal that group help is a need life may bring
to grow from, not gives one’s soul in a blinding-cling.
All you dear friends I have here on the Soup
Are truer than many, they put up with my poop
A pooper by fame
Try hard not to shame
But sometimes lose control, excuse this nincompoop
Briddeled in your spitefullness ,
each tortures lost despair.
Empty now through circumstance,
you've plotted your way there.
Truculent for empty causes,
the smears upon our face.
Never have you searched for wisdom,
ineptness took its place.
Nincompoop...
Briddeled in your circumstance,
each tortures lost despair.
Empty now through circumstance,
you've plotted your way there.
Trucelent for empty causes,
the smears upon your face.
Never have you searched for wisdom,
Ineptness took its place.
Nincompoop...
Nincompoop
Did discover source of someone's doom
When mind likes living in a vacuum
And may find that this is hard to bare
Mind vanished and is no longer there.
How many politicians that felling have had
Hoping at least they may find a tad
If you notice circle is shape of a hoop
And number zero is IQ of a nincompoop.
If in you body brain became benign
And yourself to fact will have to resign
Without any knowledge you have become
Like someone desperate as well as dumb.
Would probably saw this person is stupid
To think grain was stored in a pyramid
By other people this has been protested
And what they tried to eat was indigested.
From results of bulls may have been fed
And down a pathetic path have been led
I must admit I may have been deceived
By a virgin Ben said he had been conceived.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Soldier
Nitwit and Nincompoop
While walking along had started to wonder
How really bad has been each blunder
After hearing a message God had sent
Said you are perfect person for President.
Even if fighting fool or a belligerent bat
Rowdy Republican or endeavoring Democrat
Chances are truly, immensely on your side
That everyone in Congress always lied.
Congress is such an irresponsive group
As well as knurly nitwit and nincompoop
Not ever knowing what side should be on
Looking for someone to blame things upon.
Present President is one who you can blame
Regardless of their sex, race, creed or name
Now needless Congress has an incessant urge
To pile up bills while they continue to splurge.
I have finally become a peaceful pigeon
And regardless of what may be my religion
Things are definitely designed for disaster
Unless I meet desires of my Lord and Master.
Jonathan Hilarious Precarious Horn
Retired Veteran
Why such a dumb
nickname? From Mom's,
"Nin! Come poop!" screams.
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