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Monica's Song

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
is of interest to the FBI.

The Bureaucrat's Song

Nautilus Island's hermit
lives there without a permit.


*Edited to correct spelling, thanks Julie




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George W. Bush Explained

Turning and turning in a widening gyre,
Liar, liar, pants on fire.


An Irish Bargain Hunter

I will arise now, and go to Innisfree,
And a mall opening awaits there, and perhaps a free TV.


Slick Edna Inspires Slick Willie

What lips my lips have kissed, and where and why,
Depends on just what, "kissed," and, "lips," imply.


NOW WILL A GROWN-UP PLEASE LOCK THIS THREAD. YOU ARE DISTRACTING AN ENTIRE GENERATION OF POETS! PLEASE HELP ME BEFORE I POST AGAIN!!



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Dryden Agrees with Michael

Barb'rous Nations and more barb'rous Times
Debas'd the Majesty of Verse to Tailgater Rhimes.

Professionalism at all Costs

Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back:
The kid was cute, but not on tenure track.

Burger and Fries Unnecessary

It’s a classic American scene:
One car wreck, one James Dean.

Where are the Helmets with Wings?

Once upon a midnight dreary
You were Siegfried, I, the Valkyrie.

I think that I will never see
an owl and a pussy cat go to sea.


I heard-- a fly buzz--when I died
we were neither--immune-- to insecticide


When you are old and grey and full of sleep
will you still talk to this old creep?

Drink to me with thine only eye
Hic! It's time to go on the dry..




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Then those behind cried, "Forward!" and those before cried, "Back!"
But tailgate parties flourish in a Light brigade attack.

(well, I can mix history a bit, can't I?)

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Yeats' Brief Stint at an Advertising Agency

Cast a cold eye on life, on death,
And try a Tic Tac for your breath.


Emily at the Deli

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then some liverwurst.


Aaaaaaay! I'm a Tailgataholic! HELP!!!!

Alan Embraces Formalism

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Dragging themselves through free verse, refusing to believe that perfect rhymes were sacred.