Short Parody Poems
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Roses are red
Lilies are pale
A politician
Should be in jail
(Sorry did I say one politician? I meant most of them)
souls splash fruit scripture
palate of perfume prayers steam
wings paint with our hearts
March 12th 2024
I my
my,I
me me
my,my-
how
possessive
am I
I
I
I
I
try "confused poetic travel,1,2,3," some of my better humor- chech with poetry
forms...well at least I think it's funny.
‘ Mimicry ’ 23rd Senryu
Is That Mimicry ? …
Yeah ! … A Caged, Enraged Polly
Parrot-Parody !
When Jack and Jill went up the hill
Each one had a quarter
Jill came down with fifty cents
I thought they went for water
Captain Quark,
had a lark,
Driving his poor friends nuts,
But Captain Quark,
his mind so dark,
was nothing but a putz.
Leaves in shades of red and gold
Magnificent to see
But since they only last one year
I'd rather be a tree
The fork goes on the left.
The poor go on the streets.
And the crock sits on the table
when the date has blessed defeat.
I ain't gonna walk no more, no more
I ain't gonna walk no more
Got in a wreck and broke my neck
I ain't gonna walk no more.
Poets fingers write but once complete
who can by deceit or wit
cancel a line or even a bit
No washing a word or meaning of it
His
Whirlwind
Adventure;
into the fierce
Wine celebration,
Of bacchanal's ended
As maddening cries, into the rain…
Hope is a thing with feathers,
but are feathers a thing with hope?
Given all the chicken I eat
the answer, I think, is nope.
mirrors are fun.
they show me,
me.
and their easy to break.
ps. see now its poetry.
pps. this is for you mark pringle
Form:
Hand extended,
tears from eyes,
shredded clothes,
calling for help.
I pass,
blind and deaf,
keeping my light,
to myself.
the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers
You Are Not Forgotten
Happy Fourth Of July To All
I had my heart put on auto-pilot,
set to navigate towards you;
the low-battery signal just came on,
I don't know what to do.
I would give everything I own
Give up my hat, toupee, and comb
I would give everything I own
Just to scratch your back again.
It wasn’t the love
He was thinking of
But into love fell he
For he went missing
When last seen kissing
His lovely Cannabel Lee
There was once a boy and a girl
I think they both fell down a well
So what the hell were they both doing
climbing up a hill
DAMO
Hammer and nail,
After beer and ale,
Big red swollen thumb
My prize
Seemed that nail
Was doin' the hula,
Right before my eyes!
it's a little known fact that
the more religion find's it's way
into politics; the more politicians
find their way in to religion.
Form:
"This week is Awareness Weak," ... by the Poet.
the first time ever
interview with a mayfly
we've time can we talk ...
The sun projects my shadow
imperfect parody thus lack
being copy of grimmer flow
will be to say that soul is black
So you don't like my poetry?
You think it's for the birds?
Well that's ok 'cause I don't like birds
on my car they leave their turds.