Short Up The Creek Poems
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Up the creek without a paddle
What a catastrophe
This line is so explicit
Was it a he or she
Who penned this line
With such simplicity
Any day of the week
If you find yourself up sh*t creek
As I understand
You can use your hands
But it’s a paddle that you really seek.
Although its been snowing all week
I can see two dogs up the creek
Despite the weather
They stuck together
Until one of them sprung a leak
The instructions were written in Greek
Sometime before people could speak
By some grand design
It read line by line,
"This is the way to go up the creek."
Proximity To Anonymity
We had been floating up the creek;
And end of it had started to seek;
Probable proximity,
Was to anonymity;
Disappeared when longer did leak.
Jim Horn
When you find yourself stuck in a corner
You will turn and see rules spread all over
Soon be lost in the shuffle
Up the creek with no paddle
Missed the boat like a fish out of water
Trump Speaking At Summit
When at summit Trump started to speak,
And when he did we ended up the creek;
Latest scoop,
Us did dupe;
Father of country said Trump is a freak.
Jim Horn
There once was a man whose thoughts he would speak
Each time the police were called to the freak
Got himself arrested
For what he suggested
Last time he was sent off to Devil's Creek.
Yep i've always had a big head,
hurt the horses foot instead,
when he kicked me oh so kind,
lame for a week and up the creek
was my old horse valentine. (horse cruelty:()
thanks Tony Lane, mate.....Don
Received a major degree in silliosity last week
Well deserved, reside in fantasyland just up the creek
Robin Poop, the main character
Turned out a disaster
Married a young maiden though his pip was a squeak
Received a major degree in silliosity last week
Well deserved, reside in fantasyland just up the creek
Robin Poop, the main character
Turned out a disaster
Married a young maiden though his pip had a squeak
Trump Tweet To Wall Street
Trump sent another tweet to Wall Street,
And over and over did repeat and repeat,
Along with leak,
Am up the creek;
My dumb stupid mess you should delete.
Jim Horn
Even I like this one.
Language You Speak
What we all did was end up the creek,
When after a while we started to seek,
What we knew;
Your point of view,
And also language you do try to speak.
What is your primary language anyway?
Jim Horn
Sully* was back in the saddle
up the creek without a paddle
Meenie stole his hat
followed a stout rat
With cookies his hands did meddle
Sully* is Sullivan my pet simian ghost
Meenie is my cat
Both are naughty
.
I'm in the pickle mine
Think
This morn mine palate
In concert with
Mine maws
the empanadas
hern dulce
Mine thank you waved
She winked
This noon
Whilst enjoying the
Spring's cool wet
the naiad
the naiad
think
The words are playing hide and seek
And I’ve no clue where I should peek.
My situation’s not unique
But confidence is shrinking…
I fear I’m on a losing streak;
Without a paddle, up the creek.
My brain a rowboat with a leak
And I am slowly sinking…
I used to have a fine technique
Yet I’m in need of quite a tweak
Though I’ll provide my own critique,
The consequence of thinking…
us deranged poets doubt the day,
if sharp of mind is on display,
or am i somewhere up the creek
looking for to find the leak,
me mentals gone astray...
up the creek with a brain thats addled,
calamity till im unsaddled,
or freak
so watch yer back, 4 gross attack ,
from some deranged of snyde,
imagination is on track,
sidestep ol suicide....
re "Edge of Insanity"
good work Anthony Nutter!
Don
This one
Tall whale
Squirts bad sperm
Marine girls beware
It will give you teratology
In your womb
Plant seeds
Of extinction
I can't breathe sea harks
Up the creek
Krill die
Evil. We cannot ride high
No high lands
Water everywhere
No water
Water is fiend
Rats ‘congress
In dead-end streets.
Hey, Call it a day
Time to die.
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The witch slapped me with dragon flies,
probably led to my demise,
yes man i'm up the creek,
the witches voice do shriek,
"stop yappin little freak,
honey chile you's talkin lies,
in mortals i does despise,
a poncy mortal weak:(
forever hold your speak,"
broom left with cackling cries,
before the moon she flies,
horrendous to the weak,
but me i canna speak,
just spitting Dragon flies...
re : Russell Sivey "The Witch Before Me"
Don Johhnson
emotions they flutter,
and lessons are learned,
beware of the eyes of the beast,
charmed by the snake,
bird hesitates,
so hypnotised,
now it cant speak.
so it's now up the creek:( (cactus, snake do do)
cactus ratshoot was the bird,
after the snake had scoffed him on,
a sweet delight, and he was gone,
anon, too right momma...
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