Short Crud Poems

What the crud
Are you stud??...

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tank filled with green crud
on the bottom like a spud…
goldfish was a dud...

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Pumping black blood
Sea life falls dead with a thud
Petroleum mud

By Robb A. Kopp
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Drive nails in the stud
Priming over stains and crud
Floating beds of mud


By Robb A. Kopp
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Tasty  hot chocolate
Marshmallows and sweets
Lots of crud at the bottom.
Dig it out; that’s where the sweetness is, fool!...

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Immigrantis will poison our blood
Flotillis nonabzorba—a flood
Trumpcissus doth speak
And shall bear this critique
“Thou orate constantinely such crud!”...

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On Saturday I went shopping
Where someone's fleas were still hopping
I don't wish to give blood
To fleas jumping from crud
Go somewhere else for flea swapping!...

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once again I put on a mask
to protect others
it is too late for me
I have the creepy crud
lower respiratory infection
weird for I have always had upper before
this is new...

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My sweet little angel, playing outside in the mud
But wait it hasn't rained... how can there be... oh crud.


11/24/2021
YOUR FUNNIEST COUPLET EVER Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS...

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There once was a man on trial
for his dog did leave a large pile
his neighbors did not approve
when he did not remove
a stinking law suit they did file
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... those who “no”, don’t speak…
... those who don’t “no”... can do anything…

A mechanism persistent
Expose machinations consistent
With hidden truths…
Bits of Data Access the CRUD
Breaking it down into fluid roots
Morphotic frame.works to reboot......

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A dab on the shoulder
A drop for the knee
An oil for your comfort
The pain going free

A magical oil
No doctor to see
How easy for moving
from one place to three

For old people ceasing
from rust in their blood
just a little glob of oil
brings good health from crud....

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The creepy crud
is out for blood
it takes you while you’re asleep.

The spore from space
is out of place
it makes you non-discreet


You do your best
but have to rest
you wake up with a new brain.

Lobotomied,
Can’t get surprised
wont get angry again.

Apr 13 2010...

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A vaper does not really care
If anyone can breathe fresh air
With flavoured dung
Dusting a lung
They're happy just to have a spare!

Vaping delights their lungs and blood
Like blowing smoke as thick as mud
Repeated use
Tightens the noose
Until their heart can't beat the crud....

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I’m keeping my temper, goshdarnit and crud!
But these f-ing a-holes are boiling my blood!!
I’M TALKING TO YOU, YOU [word censored; too graphic]!!!
(I really don’t like normal rush-hour traffic.)

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Written 21 Dec 2018 for the "Let 'er Rip #2" contest sponsored by John Lawless....

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Little Jack Brawner,
Stewed in a corner,
Eattin' some kind of crud all day,
Over came Noodles The Shiv,
Said, "Your food and money you better give!"
Jack yelled, "No Way!!"
He stood up in defiance
And got the merest glance..
As "Noodles" shived him in the gut...
Goes to show you,
That Jack was a friggen' nut....

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When summer comes I go 4-wheeling in the mud, 
So excited to get covered in crud. 

Sitting around a big bonfire,
Sharing stories until we tire. 

Fishing till' dark, 
You can hear the annoying lark. 

There's just enough sun, 
To have some fun. 

And when there's long, long nights, 
Everything is all right.

By: C. Thomas...

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Little Miss Muffet
Sat listening to Jimmy Buffet
While eating some crud that
made her sway...
Along came a spider
A notorious derider
And here's what he had to say
"Hey, Chickee, come visit my web site!"
At that she made her day...
She "clocked" the "mother"
Like no other
Sometimes things just
turn out that way....

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Negative people manifest their hatred in many ways,
Sometimes, with games that make their subjects
feel as if they have been embeded in crud,
Their games have the ability to diminsh the life force
from unsuspecting individuals, because the hateful games
they play are devised to tear down souls,
leaving them less than whole....

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Serotinal days, pouring rain eased drought
Some were blessed with right amount, others flood
While some enjoy late summer garden sprout
Some work to throw out piles of rotting crud
Summer rain upon forest fire, drowns out
Summer rain on saturated ground scud
Blessings of showers or torture from storm
We know God yet does miracles perform  ...

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Look out, beware!
Watch it, take care!
Don't enter that church, dumb bitches,
You'll end up right little bitches,
Depends if you get a dud,
Don't accept such crud,
It's not your accountability,
For so called men's inadequacies,
Make it his problem, not yours,
Weddings can lead to divorce,
So don't go in that church, dumb bitches!
You'll end up right little witches!...

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I feel melancholy today
Autumn days have turned damp and cool.
And the sun wears a veil of grey
as the children head back to school,
trekking through mud
and piles of crud.

It's a depressing kind of day;
a scarecrow stands out like a fool,
the crops have long been stored away.
And as leaves fill my empty pool,
skeletal trees
fear Winter's freeze....

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This is a tale of a world reborn,
Beautiful ways of life to form,
After global warming,
Comes an Ice Age dawning,
Then an aeon of floods,
To wash away our crud,
Geographic cycles, yes,
We're all in an age, I guess,
Who shall survive,
Of species still alive?
An ancient Planet Earth,
Always reborn, a vast girth,
This is a tale of a world reborn,
And beautiful ways of life to form!!!!...

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A rainy hike following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!

A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird  adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.
Not many Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight.

Tired, wet, and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home....

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A rainy hike
following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!

A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird crap adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.  
Not even Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight. 

Tired, wet and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home....

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