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Erik Savage Poem
My grandmother lost her glass eye
She sneezed when she breathed in a fly
As her eyeball flew by
She exclaimed my oh my
My glass eye has learned how to fly
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You are not welcome in bed.
Go sleep on the sofa instead.
The problem my dear
Is appallingly clear
You've forgotten the day that we wed.
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Good evening, hello sir and how do you do,
Our special today here is dish number two.
Spam I am on a plate with a side of burgoo.
Would you like that? I'll bring it to you if you do.
That spam I am
That spam I am
I do not like that spam I am.
Would you like green eggs and ham?
Green eggs and ham? How very droll,
A cliché dish not fit for a troll.
Bring food that's exciting, bring something that's bold,
A dish that will make my poor taste buds explode.
Your chef's the great black and white cat I am told.
A man of discernment sir, that's what you are.
And here is a dish that has come from afar.
An exotic dish from the jungle of Nool,
A dish that will make all your tasting buds drool.
A fine bird nest stew made as big as a pool,
Garnished on top with a Whovian jewel.
Bird nest stew sir, that won't do sir,
I ate that in Solla Sollew sir.
Oh Solla Sollew on the banks of Wah-hoo,
Now there is a town that can make a good stew.
Create a creation for me that's brand new!
You want an original dish by our cat?
Perhaps a fruit salad of yams and loquat
with trufulla fruit and the juice of a yat
Served hot in Bartholomew Cubbins first hat.
What do you think? Do you think you'd like that?
I am a critic of food not of hats,
And I don't approve of the squeezing of yats.
If that is the best that your cat can create,
I tell you right now that he can't be called great.
You say you're a critic, why that's something new,
Who doesn't enjoy our fruit salad or stew,
Who will not eat spam and disdains our burgoo,
I think I'll consult with thing 1 and thing 2.
Please hurry dumbwaiter you're wasting my time.
I need to eat food that is sweet and sublime.
A meal of such goodness I'd call it a crime,
And bring to an end this ridiculous rhyme.
Here sir, have an orange.
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Self-flagellated sinuses
Sandpaper swallowing
Sinuous snot surmounted sneezes
Strange sultry speech sounds sexy
Stupid sickness
Saturdays should be savored.
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I knew all me bad luck was gone
When I caught myself a leprechaun
Trap baited with beer
He abandoned all fear
I found him passed out on the lawn
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
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"I hate it."
"But it's the latest fashion," she bubbled.
"In this outfit you will fit in."
Great.
Rainbow colored camouflage.
A bag of skittles in a sea of clown barf.
"Skittles,"
She giggles
"I like to eat the red ones, and then the blue."
I bet you do.
Not for me, thank you.
I will remain myself,
And fade into the light.
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Asleep in your cell
Melodies of spring rain call
Arms reach to the sun
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nations bow down
while I dream of a garden
paperwork overwhelms
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Kings ask of wise men while
Kids can see simple truth
Kensho shows suddenly
Keeping students up late
Knocking loudly the door
Knowledge comes in silence
Kindness will answer all
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In the looking glass I see
A stranger there or is it me
Curly hair and pale blue eyes
An honest face or a disguise
To hide the hollowness inside
No life there yet still alive
Not decayed but never filled
Moving on by act of will
Looking for a way to breach
This glass that keeps us out of reach
Which side of the glass am I
PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE I hoarsely cry
If you walk away from me
Will I simply cease to be?
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