Flower Nonsense Poems

Flobodobba-dob? asked Bill of Ben
Dobba-flob? Ben asked Bill to repeat again
Ah!! Dobba-flobbing flobadom Bill confirmed with linguistic skill
Flobbing dobba-do dob do Ben wrote down with...

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Cake Mix

On the way home, 
I stopped at the store. 
I bought a cake mix, 
yellow, as they were out of 
chocolate and white. 

Yellow...

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[ to the tune of My Favorite Things ]

Raindrops on dew drops and ponds formed by puddles,
Praising when phrasing bewilders, befuddles,
Nice sounding lyrics that don’t...

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Is this a flower I have in my hair?
It looks like a rock but could be a bear. i don't know my dear and don't...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I've hugged the cold rock and walked with rubber legs.

Been planted like a flower, watching the bees do their thing.

The Ozian Wizards dual with silver...

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Limericks III - Grab Bag

Being a peace activist, I once wrote a limerick in an attempt to stop needless wars:

Of Tetley’s and V-2's
(or "Why Not...

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The End of Nothing

I am sitting...
waiting and thinking. 
Really going crazy, 
slowly insane. 
I am at home, 
trapped. (by discretion)

My guy is in the building....

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My Best 
"She is a flower..."

Pink roses, 
not the big ones, 
not the small ones, 
not the buds or full blooms. 
No. 
Not one of...

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Spring Flower

Long fine hair, 
that lay softly across her shoulders, 
and trailed down her back, 
all the way to her waist. 
The colors of brown...

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Dance 

The pink ladies in their feathers, 
whirled in sync, 
again and again...
around. 
The party had just begun, 
and there was already,
one clown. 

The orchestra...

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Black Lightning

Strikes the ground, the tree, 
and me… in the heart. 

She left last night. 
The clouds gathered all day, 
So I should have expected...

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The Making of Cookies

The lost art of putting, 
flower, sugar, vanilla,
and cream together.
More than small cakes, 
a distance…
far past “home made”, 
to the sheer land...

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A Bug’s Life

I hate bugs that annoy me. 
You know the ones. 
The hit and run, touch and go… hahaha.

At the picnic it is the...

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The Pin

There is a pretty lady, 
She comes to church on Sunday. 
I see her every week. 
She is beautiful. 

Not speaking of how old...

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