Short Didst Poems

Young Shakespeare didst say to his tutor,
"Methinks I wouldst be much astuter,
And per chance, I wouldst say,
Mightest write a screen play,
If some fool wouldst invent the computer."...

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Oh Great Silent One, where fore art thou
Visiting our Queen or trimming thy brows
Important things first
Dost thou possess a royal thirst 
Thou didst reiterate, thou ain't a loyalist no how!

(Shakespeare ALMOST!)...

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Our art teacher was getting ready for her weekend art show.
She did not pay attention to us that day, as most of us didst know.
We created some art pieces that made us snicker and laugh.
That’s when she looked up, I blame loud Timmy McGrath....

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Airmail via turkey buzzard, why not? Someone didst ask.
They are so ugly with their posteriors awful, decreed Cousin Mask.
But they can fly, so they avoid the traffic, which puts them in a great mood.
And best of all, they do not want money, all they want is fresh bloody food....

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I took a blue pill and landed in Elfland.
“Why didst you come?” the Elf King asked me.
I had no idea, so I remained silent.
“She is here to steal our riches,” A Nay elf suggested.
I knew this was not it, but my mind was fuzzy.
I threw out the blue pills after the elves returned me to my bed and my dream....

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Fickle
Vain
An intolerable drain
Will my life be ruined by him
A right miserable pain?

I persist in seeking his
Bucketful of disdain
I would I am sure
Have more pleasure from the
Rain in Spain

I am glad he didst bid me farewell
Pity he did it before
I made that get lost 
Voodoo spell

Is it too late I wonder
To ask my ex dear
Why the sacksful of hate?

No doubt it is
He has moved on
Spreading more hate...

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Winter
..with apologies to Joyce Kilmer


I think that there shall never be
Another winter such as thee.

A winter in which snow didst fall
In depths to six and eight feet tall;

A winter Hugging frozen ground
Muffling all prayerful sound;

A winter icing Kilmer’s trees
Where now the robins slowly freeze;

Who would beg for melting rain
Upon the deepening snow now lain.

Winter makes the piles of snow
But only God can make them go.


John G. Lawless
2/9/2015...

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