Short Yeller Poems

Idris Elba speaks out '
Heirachy isn't democracy
Truth Is. No; yeller..?...

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My Dog, Spot
Thinks he’s got
A Super smeller.
But everyone knows
That his nose
Is a-turnin’ yeller....

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She was pretty. Her long hair was yeller.
He was ugly… a balding old feller
He slurred, "ma handle be Luke,"
She gagged and started to puke,
‘till she saw the gold stashed in his cellar!...

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Trump Did Compile Period of Denial

What Trump again was trying to compile;
Length contained in his  period of denial;
A story teller;
Golden stream yeller;
We are sure eventually will end up on trial.

Jim Horn...

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Not a Fighter 
Limerick
By: Tom Wright
10-5-2019

I once knew this “feller” who would not fight,
at the first sign of trouble he always took flight.
His name was Dan,
and a very good man,
But “he was “yeller” as mustard without the bite”
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Had an old Cadillac and a gal named Ann
And I played fiddle in a travelin' band
I loved my Ann and a dog named Yeller
They ran off with a yodelin' feller

I woke up this mornin' on a choo choo train
Bound for Amarillo in the pourin' rain
Starin' out the window started me thinkin'
It's gonna be this way 'til I quit drinkin'


3-22-19
Contest:Wk 4, March 2019, Max 8 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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I'm a fan of lemons
I suck them till I pucker
lovely yeller lemons
bring sunshine to a sucker.

Lekker lemon lollies
lay lolling on my lips
I lick them 'till my mouth's raw
and then dip them in my sips.

Lemon pies I like a lot
with white meringue sans yolk
and those lekker banana creams
well, my love for them's no joke!

Yes, I'm a lekker lover
of goodies by the score
for I've a mighty pucker
and I really am hardcore!...

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Jacob was minding his orchard the other day
When snickeroo snackeroo he was snatched away
The apples said “Dang! Those aliens don’t play!”
Whisked into a spaceship, taken beyond the Milky Way

His faithful dog was the only one to tell the tale to his wife Kay
She did not fully understand his hound, Old Yeller Gray
But had the feeling Jacob was completely gone that day.
A terrifying tale relayed to me by my horrible cousin Fay.
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I write about good times underneath shady trees 
Dreaming of love and good whisky   
Old Yeller sleeping on the front porch 
Catching fireflies in a mason jar 
And Singing country poetry 

Kenny Chesney and Willie Nelson are blaring from my car radio
Making sweet love under the hot summer sun on a bed of dandelions 
I’ll asks you to be my darlin if you don’t mind that I’m country 
Because I don’t know much about love or god 
But I know that I will be singing country poetry till I die...

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