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Written by
Jslambert Mister Roboto
Categories:
food, funny, happiness, peace, recovery from..., teen
Wake N' Bake
waking up and
baking up
before
we hit the sun
in a hurry
don't you worry
just come along
and have some fun
stop all that lookin'
at what we're cookin'
like we're crooked dudes
with guns
MANnnnn!!!
themz' brownies
not Maui WoW-Wee
chill out
our THC days iz' done.
Written by
Charles Clive
Categories:
funny, recovery from..., sympathy,
Remedy Required
I ache from my nose to my knees;
I sniffle and snuffle and wheeze.
A small tot of rum
might settle my tum,
but what should I take for a sneeze?
~
Written by
Lee Leon
Categories:
allegory, animal, blue, farm, funny, recovery from
Poor Ewe
When you're a sheep and feel unwell, it's also often true
When dipped into your medicine, you come up feeling blue
Blue from your woolly noggin-lid, down to your woolly socks
And inside from your woolly brain, down to your woolly hocks
So when you are a poorly sheep, and feel in poorly form
You're gonna feel off-colour, 'cos off-colour is the norm
And both insides and outsides are tinged with shades of blue
There's only one thing left to say, and that will be, "Poor Ewe!"
Written by
John Beam
Categories:
friend, funny, humor, image, rainbow, recovery from
I Looked Over
Sassy Irish lassie that is clear But I think too much green beer Teasing with the stripped clover All the fun and games are over Awoke to lose her charms, Oh Dear
Written by
Duke Beaufort
Categories:
funny, recovery from...
Hmmmmm!
Psychiatry is...oh so tough
Yes, the clients bring...much rough stuff
Now for some good form
Deviate from the norm
And do therapy in the buff!
Written by
Beth Watkins
Categories:
funny, life, recovery from..., satire
Clumsy
Please friends, try not to laugh,
I know, and I'm painfully aware;
it's never been on my own behalf
That I so often fall down the stair.
Written by
Katherine Stella
Categories:
funny, health, imagination, life, recovery from..., visionary
Got Heartburn { Cinquain}
Heartburn
Gastric acid
Bad burning sensation
Caused by a regurgitation
Buildup
Written by
Vernon Witmer
Categories:
anti bullying, bullying, confidence, humor, people, recovery from
Knee Replacement
you said I was a wuss;
you said I couldn’t take it.
You said I’d make a fuss;
you said I wouldn’t make it.
what you said did not make sense;
you didn’t think I had the guts;
now you’ll feel the difference;
with my new knee in your nuts.
Written by
David Dowling
Categories:
angst, funny, on work and working, on writing and words, recovery from..., satire
I Should Have Won
Now,
I'm not one to jest, or protest,
-or say "I'm the best".
And I'm not one to pout, or put down,
-but I have little doubt...
That I should have won.
Oh yes, there were good entries,
Thrilling tales, brilliant reads.
But among those submissions getting recognition,
were poems of old entities.
Random words with abstract thoughts.
Tired rhyming, splats and gobs.
Nonsensical, gibberish disguised,
as wisdom for eyes that bought the lines.
-But MINE,
was brilliant, fresh, straight to the point.
-Funny, original...and something else that rhymes with point.
So I leave you now with this one fact;
My poem should have won, and that is that.
Written by
Gary Fields
Categories:
funny, introspection, recovery from...,
Ethnic Cleansing
****appalled wicked intoxication!
Tonight we are having a big evening
Brunch for the lot of them!
They are expecting to expect
The unexpected.....muuuuy!
What shall we serve.....
And how do we split the bounty...
------
The curator exclaims, we are having Grey-PUPON
And Corn Bread.....
------
A happy customer ask! Where is the Hot Sauce...
GF
Question: Whom do you serve first? The customer or the Gardner!
Warning: This is a rehtorical question... OUCH!
Comment: Bladen Nonsense..you figure it out!
Written by
Marty Owens
Categories:
funny, recovery from...
Painful Adjustments
Cramp
In leg
Made me jump
Out of bed quick!
PAIN!!!
Written by
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
computer-internet, funny, recovery from...,
Carpe Diem, My Computer
Computer, don’t crash-I’m not a nerd, you know--
And should you die and bid my joy adieu, don’t play with Trojan horses
Or zip spy ware and adware. Better just consume your daily cookies.
Whether your future shall be restored by “Computer Geek”, revived a few more years
Or perchance your power supply lies tossed upon the heap.
Good fortune gives you, all programs that you need; tour the roads of cyberspace.
Fear not, as memory is consumed, together we traverse the seas on the Internet.
A friendship quest by knowledge blessed lives life bit by bit. Always, seize the day,
least the technology determines your hard-drive to be unfit.
© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written by
Kevon Worrell
Categories:
funny, hilarious, imagination, recovery from, strength,
Mighty Man
Mighty man with a mighty punch
Will leave you unable to munch
Fist that is hard as iron
Shall leave you with knuckle burn
Better yet days without being able to crunch
Written by
John Fenn
Categories:
confusion, funny, recovery from...drink,
Virgin
Heart’s a thumping, senses reeling
Never had this kind of feeling
Faces ‘round me all a blur
Simple words I start to slur
Ground’s a moving up and down
Room’s a spinning round and round
Legs just won’t support my weight
How'd I get in such a state?
One single drink was all it took
To get this poor boy on the hook
With all that whiskey wine and beer
It’s no surprise I’m feeling *****
And if I get up off this floor
Ain’t never gonna drink no more
© John W Fenn 28-04-2009
Written by
Jan Oskar Hansen
Categories:
funny, recovery from..., satire,
Monday Morning
Monday Morning
When I opened the kitchen door the fridge
had an attack of the shakes then feel into
dejected stillness which bayed in my ears.
To break this force of nothingness I spoke
and sounded like a wounded duck and
the beer bottle held in a clammy hand fell
with a foamy splash on the floor; wordless
fear. Why me?
The fridge rattled again but there was
nothing of worth on its shelves other than
bacon, eggs, cheese. Stop, I feel sick.
Turned on the tap and fat maggots dripped
into my glass, that too ended on the floor;
fled, outside people starred at me because
I was dressed in a red bathrobe with Hotel
Astor stamped on the back.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen
Written by
Verlecia Fields
Categories:
funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, recovery from..., son, song-lyric
"yesterday I Was, So a Blond" (Rock/Pop)
"Yesterday i Was, So A Blond"
(Rock/Pop)
yesterday i gave you the best of me
yesterday i need to be in your arms
but yesterday is so dead and gone
hook: SO! so long, so long, your so gone
your just a want to be Don Juan
so now you can so the hell move on
yesterday i was so blond
but today I'm gona so move on
can hear your lies
won't give us another try
hook: SO! so long, so long, your so gone
your just a want to be Don Juan
so now you can so the hell move on
because yesterday i was so blond~
by:lyricvixen
Written by
Gershon Wolf
Categories:
depression, giggle, recovery from, silly,
Rescued From Capitalism
Mordechai Abercrombie Fofoofnik
Decided to become a kibbutznik --
But old socialists were out
Mordechai began to pout --
'Til they told him: 'Design a new Sputnik'
Written by
Jack Ellison
Categories:
recovery from,
Hard To Be Funny
Hard to be funny at these difficult times
My sense of humor has vacated the rhymes
My funny bone is broke
It's really no joke
Hopefully, I'll be back so ring those chimes
Written by
Tom Bell
Categories:
angst, funny, health, recovery from...,
Thirty-Four
Thirty-four hours,
at the shore...
Thirty-four more hours...
Of skin burned raw...
Thirty-four layers
Of skin peel off,
Thirty-four square
feet, of skin to doff...
Thirty-four tubes
Of thirty-four creams
Resulted from
Thirty-four nights
Of painful screams...
Thirty-four ointments
Thirty-four pain pills,
Yet thirty-four times,
You scream out louder
Than thirty-four
Beverly Sills...
You've resolved,
you swear,
Thirty-four times,
Thirty-four times
you promise
to behave,
Even if you have
to live...
In a thirty-four foot
deep cave!
Written by
Jay Del Fierro
Categories:
food, funny, recovery from...,
Stuck At the Drive-Up....
Chunkie monkey fast food junkie
sweatin' fat sure smellin' funky
rollie the doughie waistline be flowing
bouncing and pouncing on hips that are going
ankles are creaking as knees begin breaking
arms begin flapping as slabs sound slapping
you got it your way alright,as hunger fights
supersize that order,emphasize no borders
stretching the limit of breakout blemish
should probably go home and make a sammish
stuck in this drive-up,with jack,my best friend
see you tommorrow...again and again........
Written by
Dr. Robert Ippaso
Categories:
appreciation, humor, parody, political, recovery from, satire
The Man of the Hour - In Trump's Own Words
I'm restless and bored
Concerned not a bit,
We're winning this war
This virus we'll lick.
Enough with the drama
The bad news and all,
Doomsters and Experts
Making us stall.
The Media's just feeding
Their frenzy so clear,
Why all the fuss
With the end now so near?
I closed up to China
And then Europe too,
My actions inspired
To help protect you.
Some say I'm a genius
The man of the hour,
I bask in their praise
Whilst Democrats scour.
History making
My actions folklore,
No hope for poor Biden
When it's me they adore.
Written by
Jessica Amanda Salmonson
Categories:
celebration, cheer up, drink, fun, humor, recovery from
The Drinking Song: Line 'Em Up
One little drinky more
One little drinky more
I do adore passing out on the floor for
One little drinky more.
Two little drinkies more
Two little drinkies more
I do adore passing out on the floor for
Two little drinkies more.
Three little drinkies more
Three little drinkies more
I do adore passing out on the floor for
Three little drinkies more.
[Continue until you pass out.]
Written by
Gershon Wolf
Categories:
humor, recovery from, sleep,
Humor Beats Sleep
Humor is a restorative
much better than sleep
Please tell me a joke
When you snore, I weep