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01-20-2004, 08:02 AM
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Wow. lol. I approve of the double-entendre, Jerry!
Another example of what good critical interpretation can do for a poem, n'est-ce pas?
Terese
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01-24-2004, 02:23 PM
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Miami News Item
Men seldom make passes
At girls with flat asses.
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01-24-2004, 11:31 PM
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Eliot Attempts to Demonstrate He is Not an Anti-Semite
Let us go then, you and I,
for some corned beef, lean, on seeded rye.
He Remains Self-Conscious
April is the cruelest month, breeding
comments that my hairline is receding.
Whereas Auden is Sensitive to Criticism
I sit in one of the dives
and mull a metric nit of Clive's.
And Kipling is Simply Confused
God of our Fathers, known of old,
You wear the bottoms of your trousers rolled?
[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited February 04, 2004).]
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01-25-2004, 01:16 PM
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The Lullaby of Beltway
Come on along and listen to
the presidential parvenu.
Ambush by Emphysema
Because I could not stop for Death
he ambushed me when out of breath.
Old Habits Die Hard
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
oft speaking to myself aloud.
Clinton Redux
About suffering they were never wrong;
how well they knew the snapping thong.
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01-26-2004, 01:19 AM
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Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms?
For travel sickness, I have Kalms....
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Kick Death's shins and pick a fight.
A slumber did my spirit seal;
laudanum was on special deal.
If I should die, think only this of me:
I meant to poison YOUR green tea.
(Maz)
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01-26-2004, 10:47 AM
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Apologies to ED
It sifts from leaden sieves,
but dammit! 11" is enough!
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01-27-2004, 11:14 AM
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Paradise
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou--
Though maybe I'd prefer a pizza now.
A Question of Hygiene
They flee from me that sometime did me seek--
Maybe cuz I ain't showered in a week.
Country Life
Under the spreading chestnut tree
My dog is often wont to pee.
People Magazine Tailgater
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft aglay--look at Ben and Jen.
Poe on the Curse of the Bambino
or, No Joy in Beantown
Once upon a midnight dreary
As I pondered weak and weary
Why the Sox can't win the Series...
(yes, I know, it's a triplet, sorry...)
Two Utilities Tailgaters
1
When icicles hang on the wall,
'Tis then the heat bills most appall...
2
My candle burns at both ends--
I didn't pay the light bill, friends.
Kubla Goes Suburban
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately shopping center plan.
Miniver on the Net
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn
Grew hot while he downloaded porn.
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01-27-2004, 03:06 PM
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removed message
Last edited by Roger Slater; 12-05-2013 at 11:52 AM.
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01-28-2004, 05:21 PM
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A Misleading Foot
Sweet, thou hast trod on a heart.
“Yes, that’s my favorite part!”
The Name Game
I have a name, a little name,
and it will never bring me fame.
The Poet and the Last Word
Said a people to a poet – “Go out from among us straightaway!”
Said a poet to a people – “you know you’ll be sorry, all the day.”
[This message has been edited by zbaby (edited January 28, 2004).]
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01-28-2004, 06:47 PM
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Emily Gets Down and Dirty
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Exposed his slim—seductive—Ass.
I’m nobody! Who are you?
“I’m somebody. Wanna screw?”
Crumbling is not an instant’s Act—
Please be patient. Use some Tact!
I taste a liquor never brewed—
Inebriate of air—I’m Nude!
There is a certain slant of light
To guide you left. Now—to the—Right!
I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—
Le petit mort—oh—what—a—Ride!
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Turn out the Lights!
[This message has been edited by RCL (edited January 29, 2004).]
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