Nostalgia Silly Poems

Remember when we used to play
In our backyards every day
We built castles in the sand
And chased each other hand in hand

Remember when we used to...

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The teeny weeny arachnid
crawled up my dingy wall.
Little did he know
this would turn into a brawl.

Then I grabbed a shoe
held it high above my head.
And...

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Dr Zafar Asthana,
Nazla zukam purana
Dr Zafar Asthana,
DiL choot ka dewana
Dr Zafar Asthana,
Na Ghar na Ashyana
Dr Zafar Asthana.
(Baad me dekhn GaY)...

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Roy Rogers and Dale Evans
  Together they sang 'Happy Trails'

    Posthumously sentenced to P.C. Jail
    ~ Their song...

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O, rats. I've been assigned to write a serious poem
  As if a boy can snap his fingers and grow 'em
What's worse, I hear...

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Little Bird

Pretty bird, 
in the cage, 
I feed you every day. 
I put water in the dish. 
You bite. 

Pretty bird, 
in the cage, 
I...

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On her nightdress candlelight flickers
While underneath she wears blue knickers
Grandpa recalls Kentucky
The last time he got lucky
Grandma just rolls her eyes and snickers



May 19, 2019
9-9-7-7-9
for...

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The fifties brought on dazzling star Lucille
Zany and bubbly she was ideal 
O like no other sitcom
Pure entertainment for Mom
Laughing at each week's new crazy...

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The Cotswolds are a bunch of hills in rural England's heart
They're green and rolling, full of sheep that frolic, bleat and fart.
People come from far...

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Please don't kiss Grandma
With your wrinkled worn out skin
Your breath like stinking ashtrays
With an undertone of gin.

I really love you Grandma,
But when it's time to...

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Why did mares eat oats?
Mares ate goats!
And did does eat oats?
Nah! Dose oats never don' be eaten!
  And how did little lambs eat ivy?
...

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Ya know baby you're usually right
Center cut, intherace, that's your place
On target, red carpet, gotomarket
Hittin' the bull's eye, 'n baby, I'm your guy
Smack-Dab babe
Like the...

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Boring lackluster monologue
How my skin crawls
When I hear platitudes
And
Six of one and half a dozen of the other
Does take the prize
 For the ultimate superlative
Epitome...

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The front yard of the farm where I played as a child faced Highway 53,
A rural road with nothing on the other side but a...

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Sometimes straightforward
is the best...and too artificial
all the rest:

If you say azure sky one more time
I’ll beat your poem with erasers
and white-out:

The sky is blue
whether old...

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