Short Tanked Poems

Difficult to steer
Tanked up on vodka clear
Become road kill smear

By Robb A. Kopp...

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A boy of 10 I only fished,

                     to bring one home for mother`s dish.

                     Became a man with drink and wished,

                     that getting tanked would catch me fish....

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Her daughter did pour, and then more, of wine.
The goblet was tall and she filled it fine.
The glass sort of tipsy —
Well-tanked was the gypsy.
A cop cut her off when she crossed the line.

12/26/2018

Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton...

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      Too many Mai Tais, zany Matilda, drank!

      Whoops, she hit the sea-wall and arrested for
      being tanked!

      A big flirt was she, and the Officer fell.

      Now a huge wedding is planned, do tell!




                      12/2/2020



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Inflation rages
       Outdoing wages

       Stock Market tanked
       Stench from DC stank

       Fed increases spending
       High interest on homes, impending

       The answer in November comes
       Do not re-elect the same bums


                       9/29/2022...

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decidedly despicable dastardly diabolical Dan
doing dismal, dour, demeaning deeds to frantic Fran
Forever frenzied fickle Felicity found her man.
Morose monochromatic Mel molding Typan.
Trixie totally tanked telephoning Tim’s tan.
Smart smidgets sensed silliness by name of Nan.
Nefarious, neatnik Nan ended up with diabolical Dan....

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Why are my searches drawing blank
I just searched for Constance La France
It simply tanked ' Is cancellation afoot?
Are there gremlins in 'the soup' its moot'
So many time in months of thrice
I've sought out my peers yet (no dice)
Michael Tor I can't find your door
Andrea Deitrich pangi Bill Baker and more
To top the lot my contest launched
I couldent find it? Friends so staunch.'...

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Grasp for the clutch, 
(clutching on automatic
chances)
clench my jaw –
am I clutch? 
no luck.

I gasp! (gassed) 
the gas-tank tanked.
Tired I try,
but floppy tires
blunder
like a drove
of drunken thunderbirds.

“Gear up guy! Get some get-go!”
I exhaust, idle 
and stammer,
grass spattered,
paint chips scattered,
brakes broke
and steering hammered -

destination
is going,
rear-view gone.

Turn my wheels (or my keys, at least).
Just don’t give me a brake....

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