My Ham Bone. Pot Belly. True Blue. Pork Sausage. Short Poems.

September 15, 2010 Thursday

MY HAM BONE : Poem

Is Not a Phone.

Is Not a Clone.

Not a Trombone.

But My Harmonica .

 

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POT BELLY : Poem

Wot Belly.

Trot Belly.

Sot Belly.

Got A Lot Belly ?

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TRUE BLUE : Poem

If Your True Blue.

Don't Renew.

You.

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PORK SAUSAGE : Poem

Pork Sausage.

Makes The World Go Round.

By The Pound.

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MONKEY WRENCH : Poem

Monkey Wrench Want Make You Pinch.

And It Don't Make Since.

To Get Conked In The Head.

By A Monkey Wrench.

Thats A Sench.

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SWEENY WEENY : Poem

Lost Her Bikini.

Then Got Married.

To A Rasted.

Who Was Always Plasted.

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BATHROOM TISSUE : Poem

We Need Some.

And We Ain't Dumb.

We just need some .

When We Can Afford.

To Buy Us Some.

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ROUND BY THE POUND : Poem

I Was Not Born.

Round By The Pound.

I Was Not Born A Clown.

And Not Born With A Frown.

I Grew Round.

By The Pound.

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GATOR ATE HER : Poem

I Cried All Night.

And I Look A Fright.

And Ready To Fight.

Because I Lost My Burr.

She Was My True Love Her.

A Gator Ate Her.

And Later It Ate Me.

While I Drank Tea.

You See.

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SWALLOWED MY LIPS : Poem

I swallowed my lips.

When the waiter wanted some tips.

Because I ordered Chips,

and barbecued lips.

and a Coke To Sips.

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TWO TIMMING JUNE : Poem

Two timming June.

She stole my spoon.

Shacked up wid anuder man.

Fast as she can.

I fell down and cried.

She laughed at my azz.

Till I passed gas.

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TWEENY FROM PLANET WEENY : Poem

She Was An Alien.

And Ate My Planian.

When I flew It Over My Geranians.

And Ejected Over Cranian.

Tweeny Shot Me With Rays.

And I felt The Haze.

As I Laid Back With Laze.

And Slept In A Gaze.

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PORK AND BEAN SAMICH : Poem

Taste Like Scum.

I Aint no Bum.

You Here Dat Chum.

I ain't no BUMMM !

I SAID.

Can You loan me SOME bread .

To Cover my head.

Before I Die Dead.

starved to death.

Without no breath.

Got a dolla !

I'll kiss yah and holla.

And I'll be sure to follow.

You forever.

Till you go futs.

Or kick me in the butz.

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I AINT NO POOR MAN : Poem

I just ain't a rich man.

And I am not a man name Sam.

And I do like Spm.

And From a can.

I ain't middle class.

I swear by my azzzz.

I just lub my beans.

Becauzz day good for my spleen.

and for cooking wid turnip greens.

even if you a queen.

wid red hot jeans.

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