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William Krichbaum Poem
Wish in one hand and crap in the otherrrrr,
pick which one you would give to your brotherrrrr.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2013
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William Krichbaum Poem
I will always think of you when a belly is full,
and your always there for me with your buddy
the roll.
With one pull of a handle or a push of a button,
you discard a dinner no matter how rotten,your
sacrifice to man will never forgotten.
I'm your #1 fan,they call me a load,when I sit on
your bench I just want to explode,I give thank's
every day to my humble abode,on my short
journey down man's porcelain road.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2013
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William Krichbaum Poem
My name is doctor phil,
I won't prescribe a pill,
My head is bald ,
A doctor I am called,
The people I see are real,
They pay me money,
I think it's funny,
They call me doctor phil.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2013
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William Krichbaum Poem
I'm a BENGALS fan,all year long I am.
During the regular season I'm drinking beer and cheesin,
Now that time has come it's called the post season.
At this time of year I get numb for no reason,
My hands start icthing & I can't stop sneezing.
My team plays hard my team plays fast,
Can they when the game win the playoffs at last.
I am a BENGALS fan I think I know they can.
But when the game is over I'm no longer sober,
I hang my head in shame the BENGALS lost the game.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2016
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William Krichbaum Poem
Valentines day:
A month and a half after december,
A special day for mates to remember,
With a gift their hearts, they surrender,
It's all good till after next december.
Now keep in mind if you forget,
You'll be deemed a big dip shit!
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2013
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William Krichbaum Poem
Your pickin ur nose cause u let that booger grow,pull that
sucker out,roll it all about,get it nice and dry,then flip it far
and high,drive on down the road singing booger goodby!
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2013
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William Krichbaum Poem
When you got up out of bed did you rub your head,
take a look around put your feet on the ground,
did you take a couple steps before you looked down,
to your dismay at what you have "found"
a cold round pile that is stinky and brown.
That friend that companion that loving old hound,
that sun beach is hiding and he better leave town.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2011
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William Krichbaum Poem
Your not very smart,
cause you sniff it when you fart,
and expect it ot smell,
like a cherry pop-tart,
then you cover your nose,
and you make it very clear,
that the dog is the culprit
and it's not from over here!
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2011
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William Krichbaum Poem
To whom it may concern,
these poem's I write I yearn.
The more I sit and think
as these thought's I turn to ink.
I write these words for you,
family, friends and crew.
From my mind in due time,
these words that I will spew.
To whom it may concern,
I write this poem for you.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2011
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William Krichbaum Poem
THE MIND:Thinking,keeping note of it's self,
all the while,maintaining it's health.
Never finding, what it searches for,
for if so be,would be no more.
Search to far,to edge of humanity,
there it will find the mother of insanity.
Copyright © William Krichbaum | Year Posted 2013
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