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o.k. i will go first.
He heard a rustling, of the leaves,
turning round slowly
oh no this is more like a story, i cant write a poem tonight maybe tomorrow.
he heard a rustling of the leaves and slowly turning round
the winter night approached him as the snow did hit the ground
it offered him a bitter cold, a cold he never knew
a wondrous fancy frosty fate, the message that it blew
Suddenly the bushes parted,
He scratched his head and loudly farted.
And suddenly there stood a dingo,
Oh no he'd never get to bingo.
"Alaska's nice" he thought out loud, "I think that I will go there."
so he packed his coat and sleeping bag and walked out in the snow there.
Since he was cold he thought he'd go where it was even colder.
Insanity indeed did grow, his mind becoming bolder
But the dingo only laughed and said "you'll never get to bingo."
"Fine." said our insane small guy, "then I'll go look for Ringo."
So ...off to Alaska he went sailin'
Stood by a moose
Got shot by Sarah Palin
"Aha!" said the cop all wet and rainy
"These prints were traced to mr. cheney"
And the dingo smiled an evil grin
as he lifted up his glass of gin
Groan......... did we have to bring Sarah into this lol?
Gin is my drink of choice said the dingo
And I'm not allowed to drink it at bingo
The old farts don't allow it
He listened intently,
As he heard footsteps draw near,
And there in the bushes,
Suddenly a woman appeared.
"Eek eek", he did mutter,
As he raised his club high,
"This woman", he pondered,
Wants a bit on the sly.
Then he looked down at his body
And realized he was a hottie
So he went for the gal in the green dress with red hair
And together they (f*****)and made quite the pair
he's hair turned white
as the snow in alaska
when he thought of the moose
Palin shot dead and f'oozed
then with a start,
he realized he needed to be smart,
no more of this boozin,
with that Sarah or whozin?
He flung the moose in the back of his truck,
and said wft!
i'm headed out of this Frontier,
before i get hit a deer!
In his mind he agreed with many of we
That Sarah Palin is a flipping bee
As he drove along the haunted dark highway
Blonde Poet crawled out of the back of the jeep...
She told him she knowed him
And that he was smokin
What they did we won't know then
Cause the tv screen is smokin
I can't see a thing
Sounds like he's giving her a ring
What will she say
To the question "Marry me, hey?"
He looked at her, but didn't make a peep.
She put her hand on the back of his jeep
purring her affection,
as he changed his direction.
blond poet drove confused
pretending she'd been used
as a fluze dressed in green
with red hair such a sting
She'd pulled off on the now
white haired chap who'd gone pow
with the gun that for fun
he'd taken from Palin still on the run
But then with a screech of the tires
She threw this man in the cow mire
And announced once and for all
She was schoolgirlforreal after all!
So she tore off her clothes,
To reveal a uniform inside,
As she grabbed him in frustration,
And smacked his backside.
or was she just a bit confused
married already? I am bemused
its a mystery to me whether it was
a dingo, or maybe BP's cuz
the devil for sure
would be more demure
than that wild blonde poet in her
girls and dingos
when they're not playin bingos
sorry mega...but not sure what period of poetry you use here....no rhyme...hardly any tempo....hmm
I always save my good stuff for my own special hubs -
this is a freekin forum for gah's sake!
why don't you give us all a break?
This critiqueing of threads is some kind of idea
to kill the thread
and send us all screamin' back to bed
(P.S. I am proud to say I don't usually write "doggerel" which is probably the only kind of poetry you understand, tada tada tadada, tada tada tada!)
plus, I barely know how to take criticism from a hubber rated at "38"!!
must drink coffee alot
gotta lighten up
38 is enough
after only a few days of digital penning
by xobliam who ain't complaining
at the 10 hubs he's published
in this House of Hub rubish
Relax it wasn't meant has a put down.....sheeeeeeshhhhh
thx mega, for saving the day nice ending
"Ok, I've trudged out here, been stalked by a dingo,
played games with a governor, lost out at bingo,
gunned down by Cheney, blondepoet and schoolgirl,
(the dingo liked them - put him in a big whirl).
I've made it with Sarah, the iron-clad Repub
and at the same time started writing a poem hub.
Oh, where is my butler, my mommy and daddy?
I need my chaffeur and my cook and my caddy.
Just want to return to my neat little hottub
Oh, wait, I forgot, I am stuck in this hub, Bub."
well let's see about butlers and chauffeurs
in this story Palin is part of yesterdays hours
today couturepopcafe you seek for Bill Gates dollars
that my dear poet will get you hottub for an hour
a dollar here and hubcents there
soon your fortune shows you quite content
in diecast limousines and barbie doll castles
and for just dreaming in words with so little hassle
(wish I had a barbie castle. she has the best clothes and everything.)
I remember the days of diecast and dolls
where dreaming in words was bliss
the child lived sublimely
this message is timely
my old little world I miss
well done everyone where was i when this was being writ......
Who said it had to rhyme by the way.... it's a free world.
tell me about it..... we should keep on with the poem now where we.
Not a part of the poem
Great poem, what a game... thanks Joy56
Lady with talent, your idea just clicks!
Blonde is naughty, Girl is sexy, others are modest
Mega is wise, Pop is nice, Joy is the best.
Come on poets, write a bit and let others write
Let's make a poem that's beautiful and bright.
write a bit poets and let others write
let's make a poem that's beautiful and bright
our andycool says he's not part of the poem
but all of us read his neat little tome
so where is our blondie and schoolgirl and mega
they're out with the dingo, upturning a kega
what no mention of me??? waaaaaa i added alot and i'm the one that's from Alaska, crying in my beer................
Alaska said "Hey, that's not beer you've been drinking.
It's gin and I'm p.o'd so here's what I'm thinking.
I'll take that moose head off the wall in my study
and throttle you soundly. I'm in on this, buddy.
Those totties are wrapped in the trunk of my car.
I'm leaving them there til they close down this bar.
Xobliam and Someway, Agaglia, too.
Cornett and Couturepop and anyone who
just doesn't believe me. She ripped off her mask.
I'm really Pres. Palin. I'm up to the task.
I think that the dingo was eating at Mickeys
outback with Aussies and kangas and rickeys
His gin glass was empty and this made him cross
when in stepped Ms. Palin who yelled "I'm still boss!"
Her snow covered Blanicks were leaving a wet mess
But dingo just bowed and said, 'Yes, m'am, your highness.
I'll buy you a drink if you make me your VP."
"Ok," said the lady. "but first clean up BP."
She stood in the White House
And thought of decors
Walls full of moose heads
Will match my fur floors
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