Short Rumpus Poems

To paint I do so adore..
Four cans of paint are waiting to be poured...
I hear you say "What for?"

Let's use a ladle we have in store.
Are you sure?
Let's fill a super-soaker...

On a tilt-a-door?
One,two,three,four..

your action painting is now drying
on the rumpus-room floor....

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When they disinterred his corpus
they kicked up quite a sizeable  rumpus.
for they found no slight trace of toxin
in what remained of Rasputin.
His end must have been gory,
but this news from the grave makes me sad
not so much on account of the madman
as the disproof of his end-of-life story....

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With head resembling a p-e-n-i-s
This mutant has its own genus
Just how it evolved
Has not yet been solved
But it’s named T-rumpus meanus



Author’s note: This monster is suitable for study and might be kept in a secure supercooled freezer. If it ever were released on civilization, the effect would be like that of smallpox. (The software removes certain words so dashes were required)....

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my name is the ruckus and i am sure
    to bruise and clot all hemoglobin, 

turn bright to dark red, metal to rust, 
rain and mud in a season, 

 i'll reckon to smash a oblong pigskin through 
some lines and create a british rumpus, 
a proper ructioning, ruckus.

 then maybe i'll spit some dark blood out the 
side of old an black and white photograph. 
cause i am the original ruckus.. ruckus.....

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