Slop Poems - Poems about Slop

I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protrudes taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized within heart of darkness, especially when electrocardiogram exhibits absolute zero vital sign, cardiac arrest translates as cessation to lub...

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We reach The beach Nice spot Sand's hot Flies swarm Water's warm Surfers crave Big wave We wish no jellyfish We learn sun burn hot sun have fun slip on a shirt slap on a hat slop on sun screen Dogs invite shark bite mum nags swim between flags HOLIDAY FUN Halloween evening Fright night Seasons Greetings Merry……… had a little lamb New Years Eve Kiss Bliss Fourth July Sparks Fly...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub whereby the missus didst potchke created whirling dervish hubbub after enjoying repast, (fit for a tarnished king), yours truly able, eager, and ready to soak my ego freezing carcass in a hot tub. Hmm... on second thought lemme apprise others on the verge against starving themselves, (nor exposing their lovely bones to...

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Hmm... on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protrudes taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized within heart of darkness, especially when electrocardiogram exhibits absolute zero vital sign, cardiac arrest translates as cessation to lub dub, hence yours truly declared dead as doornail, coroner report deems arrhythmia directly linkedin to deliberate Machiavellian flub courtesy the missus attempt to poison me actually aborted cuz nanobots loosed...

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Thus, methinks himself wise to don cooking apron please do not ask why trumpeting self as master chef boyardee so move over wife and allow husband to try his hand (using skill - let) me prepare Thai and/or other Asian cuisine dish, cuz when free to potschke (To fuss or "mess around" inefficiently and inexpertly), I haint shy to blend (indiscriminately) ingredients ofttimes yours truly barley...

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There were three little piggies, Mud, Slop and Eleanor Mud and Slop usually covered in poop while Eleanor was demure Hanging out with well-to-do piggies The ones known as the “pretties” A misnomer for sure, but Eleanor had piggie allure...

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Hip Hop died after Hip Hop sold slop...

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Sucker For Slop I get cleansed and after that it’s Like I don’t need God anymore. When enough time passes and I’ve had my guard down long enough, the pigs invite me back to the pig pen And I join them....

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Ooh I fly. Wow. Am I a bird? Am I a plane? Training travellers tainted teams. Testicular travelling trademarks trampling. And a green arch in a wind. Do I have wings? No I do not. Do I have a silvery dress on? No I do not. I am mortal yet immortal. I leave the...

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Poverty Slop is like eating the Earth. It's a Shepherd's Pie with the meat as girth. There's a slop of corn running down and thin. On the top potatoes, just to seal it in. Only Poverty Slop has a taste for each, that you'll move in close, so your tongue will reach....

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What If the Hogs Wouldn't Eat the Slop? By Elton Camp Too many folks, filthy from TV will deplore But yet continue to watch it more and more They say, "The world's going to Satan, I fear," Yet eagerly at the noxious show continue to peer The channel is certainly easy enough to change To turn off the set, a finger click...

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I read my writing as of late, and maybe I should stop, I can't see how anybody else, could appreciate this slop....

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