PRIME RHYME, NO FIB (AND THAT’S THE RIB)
How about something I’ve not done for some time:
Post a post so sublime, it don’t do nothing but rhyme.
If I chose prose that’s verbose — longer than a rose is not a nose —
What woes ‘twould expose, such that who knows how big it grows?
Thus I propose, pun in hand, to avoid overflows
And sink to new lows, to the confusion of my foes.
So, friends, meat my poems that may stop on a dime;
Just remember this tickler: not all ribs are prime.
I WILL ONLY STOOP SO LOW
I don’t do windows;
I don’t do lawns —
But when I doo-doo,
I do do johns.
AGE BE FOR BEAUTY
Bald is beautiful —
Or, so they say —
But my head is only
Bald half-way.
Thus, I look forward,
The more I age,
To looking better
At every stage.
POST MORT ‘EM
The world, it go to pot;
Life literate is shot.
O, woe is my bon mot….
Bon mort, and thanks a lot!
D. Wallace Peach 10:11 pm on July 12, 2020 Permalink |
Well, that was entertaining! I really like the poem I Will Only Stoop So Low. My grandson is going to love it!
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mistermuse 10:45 pm on July 12, 2020 Permalink |
Thanks, Diana. I’m glad to hear that your grandson is a connoisseur of fine arts.
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D. Wallace Peach 1:03 am on July 13, 2020 Permalink
Yes, he’s 7 and anything with doo-doo elicits lots of giggles. π
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obbverse 11:48 pm on July 12, 2020 Permalink |
Mistermuse is waxing most lyrical,
A poetical bent bending to the satirical.
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tref 12:22 am on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
Very nice, mm
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mistermuse 12:23 am on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
Thanks.
The first poem was stretching it a bit
As befits a half-poet and half-wit.
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calmkate 1:18 am on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
yea, witty and entertaining,
I enjoyed them with a big smile!
been waiting quite a while π
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mistermuse 8:14 am on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
It seems my POST MORT ‘EM poem erred —
My readers remain a literate lot.
It’s Trump and his ignorant followers
Whose life has gone to pot.
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calmkate 10:07 am on July 13, 2020 Permalink
lol touche!
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masercot 7:39 am on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
Nice set of poems on that guy!
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mistermuse 8:23 am on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
You asked for it, my friend —
Such flattery may start a trend.
There’s many more poems where these come from —
And most of them are equally dumb.
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magickmermaid 12:27 pm on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
π
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Rivergirl 2:13 pm on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
There was a nice gent from WordPress,
Whose blog was never a mess.
He wrote witty poems,
People read from their homes,
Though his mirth was quite oft meaningless.
π
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mistermuse 3:26 pm on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
For your limerick, I say “Thanks a lot” —
But may I ask, more meaningless than what?
If you mean less than a Trump tweet,
Nothing could be more hopeless to beat….
His rhetoric is sophomoric, and a “stable genius” — not.
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Rivergirl 4:50 pm on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
I canβt argue with that!
π€£
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Elizabeth 4:53 pm on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
Great take on gradual baldness. I will cheer my husband with the idea.
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mistermuse 5:22 pm on July 13, 2020 Permalink |
Good idea. If that doesn’t cheer him up, you can always buy him a wig for his birthday. π
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Elizabeth 4:07 pm on July 14, 2020 Permalink
Ha!
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Angie 7:10 pm on July 14, 2020 Permalink |
Made me smile
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