Short Poppycock Poems

Judaism -- vers-
us -- Zionism: Polit-
                    ical poppycock....

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This story could be poppycock
Heard cocks fight a lot in Bangkok
At first hearing this
Took an emotional fit
Cruelty is evident imagine the aftershock...

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misunderstood bureaucrats gobbledygook
rivaling Lewis Carroll’s jabberwocky
poppycock reported by reporters of alternative facts
another round of USA’s wildly erroneous politics...

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"Poppycock and hooey indeed,"
Said the man of the new machine ran by steam
        "It shall never catch on,
         Even after I'm gone."
Sobering words by the first train casualty....

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Named my dog “Fivemiles”, so when I tell folks I walk
“Fivemiles” twice a day, they think I'm bragging when I talk
Don't give me away
Impressed, oh yea
A little deceit goes a long way to promote my poppycock...

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Named my dog “Five Miles”, so when I tell folks I walk
Five miles twice a day, they think I'm bragging when I talk
Don't give me away
Impressed, oh yea
A little deceit goes a long way to promote my poppycock...

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Named my dog “Five Miles”, so when I tell folks I walk
Five miles twice a day, they think I'm bragging when I talk
Don't give me away
Impressed, oh yea
A little deceit goes a long way to promote my poppycock...

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If you walk the walk and talk the talk, surely people will gawk
Especially if you're a male wearing jockeys chanting in ancient dialogue
Must realize it's out of the norm
As strange wee animals swarm
Guess people aren't ready for tomorrow's poppycock...

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a plum, a peach, a song, a beach
  a bend, a curvy straightaway
a bob, a dip, a dunk, a screech
  a hair-breadth turn took your future away

you nerveless nock, how dare you rock
  this sanctimonious cerebrum with poppycock
it behooves you to hoof it to Timbuktu ~
  haunting howls from the bowels of Montezu...

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In Plato’s cave the poppies grow
Enchantingly, it seems:
A soothing, soporific show
Of mesmerizing dreams.

In Plato’s cave the roosters crow
And proudly call the sun.
They preen and strut and claim to know
Its fiery light, each one.

The poppies grow, the roosters crow,
Though shadows on a rock.
We call this only world we know
The Cave of Poppycock....

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A preening promiscuous princess posed as "Penelope Prude."
With her poodle and parasol; well-perfumed, on Pine Street she stood.
A pompous pilfering pimp with a pink-painted poodle passed by.
He paused, popped his eyes, then approached while plotting to pounce and ply
the princess with persimmons and pearls, prepared to profit from her,
but Penelope quipped, “Poppycock! I’m a capitalistic entrepreneur!”


For john freeman's "Alliteration Poems Please Poetry Contest"...

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“Your daughter stares,” 
       my mother whispered;
as she lay naked on the bed. 
       A smile of pleasure crossed her face
        while the nurse
  gently caressed her frail body
with a soft, warm sponge.
      “Don’t you turn away,”
  sensing my discomfort.
I look
     at the scars
of birth, of falls from trees  
        of old repairs, 
  and new.
“She is young,” I say
     “Scared”
“Poppycock; see, she’s smiling at me,”
my mother whispered; 
   “she looks in a mirror.”...

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