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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread

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Bob:
<Gives Purpura a hand>

Ms Duck:
In WOW tonite someone regaled me with a seranade ...

" I like to go swimmin
with bowlegged wimmin.."

etc..

therefore, I composed a rejoinder:

Id be ever quite so glad
to swim with a bonny lad
were in not the day
my clock gave way
hand me that damn pad

Blaze:
Ode to a Hysterectomy:

I reached the point in my life
Where female organs
Gave me strife.
Gave me pain.
Made me slow.

It was time for them to go.

I had upon my gut a scar,
from navel to pubic arch
pretty far,
didn't like it much.
wished it wasn't done.

But each time I got a son.

Now I have not one but two
Gristled scars, long ones too.
From hip to hip
from stem to stern
an "X" outcome

Marks the spot on my tum.

Yet all three times what came out
Brought forth a happy shout.
One dark blond
One blue eyed
one with tumors

Out helped my humors.

Now no moon hut
do I need.
I don't bloat
I don't bleed
Happier I couldn't be
Unless they had
thought to
zipper me.

Blaze:
Gawd, here I am double posting, and I hope others will post as well.  This thred needed to be reawakened.

This is a poem I wrote for Yessungee when he was in a bridge battle -- but not for very long.  He hurt himself on the way down.

Anyway it is by me:

The corpse’s lament

The displeasure of dysplasia
When someone comes and slays ya
Then carelessly displays ya
on the field.

When the Marshals, at their leisure
come, much to your displeasure,
To drag you for good measure
on your shield.

To them you are just slaughter
The will dump you in the water
Without the respect they oughta
feel.

After brief inspection
They’ll deny you resurrection
Due to your pallid complexion
Or your body’s misdirection
(plus there’s no appeal.)

Just because you’re dead
they will cart yu off like lead
Not caring how they tread,
or how you’ll deal.

The humiliation does not stop
While you’re the grim reaper’s crop
So just lie there, do not flop
It’s tough luck you had to drop
Just be grateful it’s not real

~Alayne

Ms Duck:
there once was a duck out of her luck
bill needed a tuck her feathers all pluck
on  corrupt a wish
asked for a delish
a brawny buck but got a shut the f_ck.

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