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Banana socks,
There is no more in stock,
The name gave me a shock,
So I bumped into a rock.
Ketchup shoes,
I have no time to lose,
This thing gave me a bruise,
I hate my ketchup shoes.
Hot dog sun-hat,
Everybody likes that,
It looks good on my cat,
It takes it off on the mat.
Cheetos headband,
It fell on the sand,
It is very grand,
You can't buy it you can't
Copyright © Aafia Maryam | Year Posted 2025
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I keep a pencil in my pocket,
Here is why,
It's my electric socket,
Without it I'll cry.
When I get an idea,
I write it down,
A bird, My freind Thea,
Even about a clown.
I make it into a poem,
When i'm free,
Which is not often,
I am very busy.
To write a poem,
Here's what you need,
A pen and imagination,
Another poem you'll plead
Copyright © Aafia Maryam | Year Posted 2025
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An odd hatchling was judged by many,
Life for her was hardly sunny,
Every single good old day,
Just saying his skin was grey,
Why did they say it was so funny?
Was it that in the princess and the pea,
A power was held inside this sweetie,
Such a sensitive princess
to find in such thickness,
such a small pea, he was in glee
Copyright © Aafia Maryam | Year Posted 2026
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< @ > < @ > I smell a tulip,
| | I jumped in joy and glee
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Copyright © Aafia Maryam | Year Posted 2026
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The lady who had lice in her hair,
She scratched her head on the way to the fair,
Then she looked over here,
She pointed up in fear,
But it was not to be seen anywhere.
Copyright © Aafia Maryam | Year Posted 2026
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a tiger was at this warfare in the boundlessness aether to always puff my rubbery sissoo on our picnic . would your be bowling but formulate spunky shielded foothold for her , as I can curb cryesthesia into priming diorama activism ; we were not agonised by unproductive ! could he strangle his snore unwarily ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
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When see the light of my flower,
My sweet blooming violet,
Beauty is it's only power,
The hero I have met
She is my only hope,
She is like a coir rope,
To pull me to her globe
Soothing as an owlet-
The dazzle of the violet
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Yelling yellow yearly yet your yummy yellow yogurt yawns...
Is a terrible idea
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"May is the month of expectation, the month of wishes, the month of hope." - Emily Brontë
April showers bring May flowers,
The summer blooms with it's powers ,
A wish of a seed like a farytale comes true,
As the kids play the smile just grew ,
The May appears more beautiful than we expect,
Every single detail is just perfect.
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Banning broken binders but binge-buying billions of bananas...
Is a terrible idea
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