Short Dim Witted Poems

There once was a dim witted tight end
For his rump he would make no amends
But into his jock
Well, he stuffed a sock
Why he’d do that I can’t comprehend?...

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When you’re eat up with stupid,
Duct tape can’t keep you muted.
It won’t fix senseless quips,
But it will muffle your lips.
So, there’s no hope for the dim-witted....

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I just lost all thoughts
for what to write
an ode to all poets?
A political debate?
A cross country race rap?
Arg i feel so ashamed,
So dim Witted
Maybe You my
Poetry Pals
Will spit out 
All you think i should write
And ill for sure dedicate it to all yours=)...

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Lloyd and Harry, two dim witted men
they made me laugh, laugh, then laugh again
with their innocent acts
slapstick, gags and wisecracks 
I love this movie, well now and then.

Nowt funnier than dumb and dumber 
this great film makes me laugh and blubber
so fills my mind with glee
because they are like me
I'm stupid, but a lot chubbier.

3/13/2018
contest, favorite comedy movie,
Sponsored by: Alexis Y....

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VERSE PURSE

Yearly tradition
Poetry competition
All had ambition

Just wait for the call
Announced in the Poet Hall
Said the know it all

Poems submitted
Against each other pitted
Even dim-witted

The results were in
The winner identified
And brought to the front

It was a lottery
Not based on experience
Most there were displeased

When not selected
He said to the guy behind
Not chosen, are you
...

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liquid generally served warm
boiling solid words of passion
purees thickened with weird im-
ages out of the mind of a crazy cr-
eator meters rhymes calculations an-
d counting were of the old kind when
dim witted patrons mostly ruling dwelled
in rules and regulations order and structure
when they dressed up to eat at their mansions
now we are in this kind of free world and we ma-
ke free juicy creamy warm soups of anarchic love...

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MEMORY LAPSE

they peer at me
in short panted
breaths
against cuts and 
breezes
childhood days
and drifts like
wood in dark
mahogany
past pastels
through every
heart torched that
touched my soul

now life gapes
huge holes
cracked mirrors
with
fissured tears
faces that visit
and giggle
clueless
dim-witted
brainless
obtuse

a memory lapse
unaware 
of what was
left behind 


© Kim van Breda—16 October 2015...

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