Short Lancer Poems

The keyboard symbol for Cancer
Seldom appears in The Lancer
Because 69
May sometimes define
Supper you shared with a dancer!...

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Las Vegas renown Belle E. Danser
Is deathly afraid of breast cancer
She heard a masseur
Developed a cure
Best of all, the man's a free lancer!...

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When a Royal Irish Lancer
Was told he had prostrate cancer
He shouted with glee,
"I got it for "FREE!"
Now he serves as Cork's break-dancer...

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There was a diva from Vancouver

Her car was a Octane blue Lancer

Modelling was her passion

Day came, to show fashion

She lay in bed due to a hangover!...

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There once was a reindeer named Dancer
who pulled by his partner named Prancer
when the pulling was done
it was time to have fun
while riding in Dasher’s pink Lancer.



December 10, 2018...

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Fly in the sky, you, giant hornet,  
towards the sun, against the wind.
Shine in the light, eccentric comet,
into the dark you`d better fling.

Arrange the show and die in harness,
let here star shower`s hour run.
You – surveyor`s stake in total darkness,
Cosmos is not for sign a bar.

Exhaust yourself in fleeting dancing,
let after all the summer fun,
and rush away, you, cosmic lancer,
to catch up with a falling sun....

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We dance
we prance
we're stricken with cancer
we wish we were a silver knight lancer.
We eat pies
we wear ties;
the girls are shy
there is a big blue sky.
We dig up the soil
to get to the oil,
but they don't see me
having tea,
watching the sea.

Watch love fly
like it were a dove
flap it's wings to solitude
no need for any attitude.
Dance with the Arab girl
give her a step and than a twirl,
as our lips fuse together
we some what don't care about the weather....

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