Rittenhouse Poems - Poems about Rittenhouse

...AFTER GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MADISON WISCONSIN BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB MY LIFE WAS THREATENED THEY BEGAN TO EXTORT MY LIVELY HOOD IMPERSONATE ME PAYING WISCONSIN CITY OFFICIALS TO FRAME DISA......

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...Eye cannot envision not wearing glasses Ever since second grade an ever stronger prescription for nearsightedness donned my countenance, cuz myopia (inherited courtesy both parents) rendered m......

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...Bane of dyschezia Constipation spoilt rare visit with eldest daughter (yesterday - November twenty sixth two thousand twenty two) currently housed near Rittenhouse Square, Pennsylvania. Le......

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...John Dillinger had a gold gat And wanted one rat-a-tat-tat But Santa knew Rittenhouse, too, And thought we had enough of that!......

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...Humans have the right to assemble in peaceful protest Unless you’re a Kyle Rittenhouse. Then you can go to a peaceful protest to start something, Kill people and go free. Women have the right t......

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...While vehicle underwent routine oil change today... At Norm's Save Station 551 Gravel Pike, Collegeville, Pennsylvania, yours truly suddenly realized fifty eight years earlier (a preschooler l......

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...Chicago Bears are Raven mad But Lions roar that's just too bad With Rittenhouse free To shoot you and me Belfry Bats are cheering for Vlad* * Vlad the Impaler aka Count Dracula Kenosha ......

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...when into scaly claws, sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle). Invariably the majority ......

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...A rhetorical question finds me asking (to no one in particular) why I recall the names of grade school teachers approximately fifty years ago (whose names listed below), when the need to r......

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...The park is nothing but a mass grave for the plant kingdom when unravels the night. Winter's spectral feet whisper like a knave. The flowers they did not save. A cloud barrier and light. The......

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...The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous acrid odor rankled olfaction tract ent......

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