Short Sloshed Poems

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who carried his milk in a bucket,
When it sloshed on the street,
You could hear him repeat,
"I should get a straw and go suck it."...

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Nauseous Natasha’s cautious sister Sasha’s posh boss
Josh McIntosh from Osh Kosh
Sloshed through the marshes sporting galoshes
Looking for his lost hoss Ross
By gosh...

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Rhino baby bubbles up the sink in a flash
He is showing his goods, and he makes an incredible splash!
This is a whine sloshed out by my roommate, Leroy Flash.
Who is a bit scared of the baby; his teeth all a’gnash!...

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Here lies the last of the brood
Though always sloshed, never rude
Fame and fortune eluded him
So, he filled himself up to the brim
Always there when we would call
He died from drinking alcohol.

written February 26, 2022...

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fascinated by the backyard wagon —
it leans against the aged oak.

sloshed with water in Spring,
levity of leaves of Fall,
catching snowflakes in Winter —
on its red tongue.

the backyard wagon waits
for its mannah provision —
longsuffering in God-given faith.

1/18/2018...

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She sloshed a glennish grooll in Glummaberry
                              Pfiffle flummished furuncles a flummaderry 
                                         They broommed helly hole
                                            Gnooshed a grooby toll
                                  And undled Woo in a gray piffenerry...

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They found my neighbor today
sitting in his chair, seeping
into the fabric. The smell-
rancid fat, a tallowy 
rind of meat. 

The cleaners take days.
Boy George warbles
through the walls. 
Buckets sloshed
and carted to the halls.

No one collects his things.
No one cries.
A ten word
obituary:

Mr. Campbell died
and all anyone noticed
was the 
smell....

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Sleazy 
And sweaty faces 
Of all ages,
Of different races 
Waiting in idle,
For the day to end!

From yesterday’s plight, some are still 
Slumbering on a cold cement,
Unmindful, of the day’s event!
Others, are starting to fun
With a bottle of cheap wine,
Till they’re sloshed, from grass’ smoke! 

Some had cracked up, of misery! 
But, their increasing presence 
Has caused apoplexy
Amongst the local gangs, disturbed!
For their native park is invaded, 
By birds of passage!...

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