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His “words hit the highway like a battering ram”
And “burn like the metal on the edge of a knife”
So “cold and lonely in the deep dark night” I am
“Crying icicles instead of tears” for his life
January 29, 2022
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There was a young man from Nantucket,
Whose logic for life was to duck it.
Scoffed “ignorance is bliss”
Till the fates took a piss,
Now life’s gone to hell in a bucket.
February 6, 2023
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My neighbour friend? His life is through -
He bit off more than he could chew:
His teenage daughter caused much grief -
Dropped out and got knocked up, in brief -
Dad lost his cool and spanked her! Twice! -
Recorded on a smart device.
She called the cops and they drove him
Straight to the bad dad asylum.
April 1, 2023
On Wendy Watson’s Snappy Ending
Copyright © Peter Bryce | Year Posted 2023
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There was a young Scots lass named Lilt
Who wondered, “What’s under Mac’s kilt?”
She asked him politely,
He answered contritely,
“It used to be braw but it’s wilt”.
There was a young Scotsman named Vin,
A wench tossed a coin with a grin.
He hoisted his kilt,
Said, "Keep yer wee gilt -
I forgaw ma knickers agin!"
March 8, 2021
Copyright © Peter Bryce | Year Posted 2021
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the cripple limped through the crush for his tipple - with nary a ripple
February 14, 2023
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Poor people posit that cupidity
Is synonymous with stupidity,
I argue the incessant zeal for more
Is just a canny craving to keep score.
June 24, 2022
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“Artificial” often indicates “worse”,
Yet for intelligence it’s the converse.
When it comes to research
AI’s on the top perch,
But for poems it’s not worth a sesterce.
Copyright © Peter Bryce | Year Posted 2025
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Tabula rasa, pristine way
To start afresh each nascent day;
Turn your back on toils and troubles,
Spurn old struggles, burst their bubbles,
Cast off shackles, unfurl your wings,
Free the puppet, cut off all strings,
Lighten the load, write off the weight,
Embrace each dawn with a blank slate.
February 6, 2023
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Contest: Blank Slate
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He dresses in robes, carefully coiffed
He enters the nave, mitre is doffed
He preaches a tale, to eager sheep
He fleeces their wool, his tithe to keep
He blesses the flock, they’ve had their fill
He slithers away, forked tongue now still
January 1, 2022
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Peter’s prestidigitator progeny perambulated peripatetically with prodigious prowess. Perhaps his precocity precluded presumptuous perspicacity?
January, 11, 2021
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