My Poetry Thread

Del · Post by **Del** » 18 Feb 2025, 09:59

sweetandsour wrote: 18 Feb 2025, 09:04 No more rhymes now, I mean it ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XK-aL4H01b0

sweetandsour · Post by **sweetandsour** » 18 Feb 2025, 10:47

Del wrote: 18 Feb 2025, 09:59
sweetandsour wrote: 18 Feb 2025, 09:04 No more rhymes now, I mean it ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XK-aL4H01b0

It had to be done. In memory of Skip if nothing else.

Del · Post by **Del** » 19 Feb 2025, 11:27

On my finger, sweet as sugar,
disappearing slimy booger

joegoat · Post by **joegoat** » 19 Feb 2025, 17:52

Biff wrote: 17 Feb 2025, 13:53
joegoat wrote: 16 Feb 2025, 18:00 Here I sit all broken hearted.
Paid a nickel to zederated,
And only farted.

Believe it or not, I heard that from my devout Presbyterian grandma long before I saw it scrawled into a bathroom stall door.
Yesterday I took a chance saved a nickel
But zederated my pants

- Joe's G-Ma

Yeah well, a nickel saved is a nickel earned. Underwear can be washed.

Del · Post by **Del** » 24 Feb 2025, 08:16

joegoat wrote: 19 Feb 2025, 17:52 Yeah well, a nickel saved is a nickel earned. Underwear can be washed.

You were doing fine
Until you ran out of rhyme.

joegoat · Post by **joegoat** » 19 Mar 2025, 05:37

Del wrote: 24 Feb 2025, 08:16
joegoat wrote: 19 Feb 2025, 17:52 Yeah well, a nickel saved is a nickel earned. Underwear can be washed.
You were doing fine
Until you ran out of rhyme.

Sagacious advice doesn't always rhyme.

Post by **Biff** » 19 Mar 2025, 11:28

When I was in middle school our English teacher handed out a book of poems we were meant to study. The only poem in that meaningful tome that I can remember started with:

I've mastered the art
of the silent fart ....

My Dad (the Pastor) pope slapped me stupid for reciting it. I've been looking for the full version ever since. Anyone?

Post by **Biff** » 19 Mar 2025, 11:30

Biff wrote: 19 Mar 2025, 11:28 When I was in middle school our English teacher handed out a book of poems we were meant to study. The only poem in that meaningful tome that I can remember started with:

I've mastered the art
of the silent fart
that makes the grass turn brown....

My Dad (the Pastor) pope slapped me stupid for reciting it. I've been looking for the full version ever since. Anyone?