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Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: humor,

Neptune

Neptune 
 The king sits on a wooden throne on a turf of
dry land, his country has been swallowed up
by the sea, turns to his premier and says; why 
didn´t you ask the Dutch for help, their flat 
country has been beneath sea levels for many
years... and as a result they have grown to be
the tallest people in the world, this so they 
look over dikes and keep an eye on the ocean.

The king takes off his green wellies and asks 
for dry socks, a flunky puts them on, but sees 
the king has webbed feet and wonders why.
The monarch knew his country would sink, 
and was prepared, his kingdom will be big and
limitless.
  


Poem Details | by dakarai cobb |
Categories: funny

A SIDEKICK FOR THE SONNET MAN

The Sonnet Man really needs a side kick,
But not a side kick that wants to fight crime.
I need one to come in at the right time,
And shatter things like a very wide brick.
Just like a witch, who knows how to ride sticks,
I need a chick who knows how to write slime,
Not expecting to get paid a bright dime,
Like someone who wants to be my pride pick.
I need a side kick who can kick some butt,
Or at least can kick up a little ink.
One who is not afraid, no matter what,
Of what anyone could possibly think.
One with words that will hit you in the gut,
Before you are even able to blink.

Poem Details | by Tracy Decker |
Categories: art, funny, on writing and words,

Shakespeare's Nightmare

Poor William turns and moans within his grave:
Within a phrase, one simple turn can bind
the most creative stirrings of the mind
and poet to cliché becomes a slave.
Exist but in uniqueness and repent
for rhyming verse you penned with “love” and “dove”
and last week’s sonnet found “push comes to shove” - 
the future of our language I lament…

But surely, there must be another choice
than bland insertions placed but for the rhyme
which, with their frequency, are meaningless.
‘Tis poet death to speak with borrowed voice – 
transcend the obvious to reach sublime,
allow poor William his most peaceful rest.

Poem Details | by Thomas Shibbish |
Categories: caregiving, death, funny, wife,

He Needs Depends

Attention, attention! Paging Dr. Death
Your appointments here may I send them in
Go on you will see the sign it reads “fin”
Please, all the way down the last door on the left
The doctor will help you complete your quest
Welcome my dear, relax remove your pin
Take off your clothing place it in the bin
Now lay down shut your eyes take a deep breath
Euthanasia come on down bring a friend
Comatose no worries if are you his wife
Yes I am he’s had a wonderful life
I’m sure he feels it’s a means to an end
No longer will I have to deal with the strife
Or the underwear he wears he needs depends