Yer Poems - Poems about Yer

Please rate 1-10 (1 Santa would be proud or 10 A coal in your stocking!) A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree? The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this...

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contracts, torts, estates sounds boring ~ ought to be a law ...

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Oh trudeau 'in your troubled place' with idea-ology so out Of place! Sad to see the ( experiment?) Has destroyed Canada With much dis-content! Many people homeless, in a bountiful land? What were you Doing? Was this always the plan? For it seems? That just like dominos falling there is a pattern That some are installing' You've done a lot' you've snorted deep! You've...

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a one against all iconoclast eat my shorts was his hello after being driven from the village by the Iceberg Clan physical therapists and their dictatorship of deduction a mere fascination with the grotesque boasting an indignant moral high ground their vast distortions parading as what's next none of which was actually observant ordered the award of a certificate of exile prompting futile biographical excess told...

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I write about everyday happenings That's my style and I'm sticking with it I'm not yer fancy, highfalutin' writer Down to earth stuff is what I emit I sometimes get naughty, God forbid Try to keep it down to a minimum A fine old gentleman from way up north An honourable upstanding citizen Have you had enough, are you feeling ill So sorry, but...

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Cock-a-doodle-doo! Time is come for you to raise yer head, get out of bed. Strum a note or two. If you cain’t strum, pick and grin – hum a lick. Enjoy the fun till ‘morrow come. Buzz a note or two. If you cain’t hum, blow and suck – mount a show. Play yer juice harp, B flat C sharp. Spit...

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For months Santa tossed back barrels of brews He was so fat he got stuck in the flues Ms Santa warned he might croak Choking on billowing smoke And...

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I Tank Yer I tank yer fer da guitar ’an an empty bottle o’ booze, ‘An I tank yer fer hav’n run out on me ‘an ma. I tank yer fer run’n real fa, ‘An I tank yer fer giv’n us nutt’n to loose. I tank yer fer ruin’n my life thru ‘an thru, ‘An tank yer fer makn’ me fight...

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my brand new Harley tight leathers the freeway beckons A biker’s dozen contest Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy 9/28/18...

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HE'S GOT YER HEART Mama mustn’t cry He’s got your heart Mama mustn’t cry He’s got your heart OH, Lord have no fear, Jesus is near Mama musn’t cry He’s got your heart Daddy need to pray unto the Lord Daddy need to pray unto the Lord What’s ya waiten fer Gotta speak unto the Lord Better pay homage before it’s over Brother, Brother...

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whatever floats yer boat paint a picture sing a song even write a note just get out and tell yer story whatever floats yer boat the message is important you could paint it on a goat just get out and tell yer story whatever floats yer boat a writer sings a painter paints an author uses words it's no good unless the message isn't seen or heard keeping thoughts as secret isn't good and here...

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Stop complainin’ ‘bout how much yer stomach hurt It’s yer own fault that yer feelin’ that way Got a heavy Ding Dong diet of cream-filled, empty truth lies Low-cal info givin’ ya no energy news blues Creatin’ irregular bowel movements that keeps sendin’ ya ta da bathroom It’s yer own double dog fault, so quit yer bellyachin’ Just pop a truth pill that gives the...

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When did it become kosher to show your butt Jeans hanging down showing your you-know-what The crack in your hide And the hairiness besides Should be a law to control these guys as they strut...

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When did it become kosher to show your butt Jeans hanging down showing your you-know-what The crack in your hide And hairiness besides Should be a law to control these guys as they strut © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Come in, come in and sit ye doon a warm spot by the fire's for ye the kettle's on and 'bout to sing a cuppa's brewing soon for two Come in, come in and sit ye doon there's so much that you need te hear I kenna keep it to me self such sorrow needs a friendly ear Come in, come and...

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