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Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: humorous,

Absent-Minded Hank

Thar was once an old buckaroo named Hank,
  
   Who was very absent-minded and lank.

      He told his hoss to skedaddle,

         Fergittin' to mount the saddle.

            'Twas not the first time old Hank drew a blank!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved

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Poem Details | by Rainbow Promise |
Categories: betrayal, humor,

Absent

Thinking
                                             that I'm "absent";
                                         many attempts were made
                                     to open those trunks when absent.
                                                    Deceiving!

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Poem Details | by Paul Curtis |
Categories: funny

The Absent Minded Octogenarian

An octogenarian visited his doctor
'I think I'm getting senile” he said
The doctor replied “I don’t think you are senile
Let’s look for a different diagnosis instead”
“But I keep forgetting to do up my fly”
The old man said “After I’ve been for a pee”
The doctor smiled and then replied
“Not opening your fly before you start, that’s senility”

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Poem Details | by Larry Belt |
Categories: funny

Absent Minded Mantis

I can't remember
Where did I leave my car keys?
Please don't drink and drive



For Carolyn's Contest

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Poem Details | by John Beharry |
Categories: humorous,

Senryu -- Absent-Mindedness

after searching all over
I find my glasses
on my nose

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Poem Details | by Maggie Huscroft |
Categories: angst, confusion, funny, love, on writing and words, love,

Absent

I don't love you for your wit
You're always spitting bile.
Reluctantly  I now admit
I do not love your smile.

Nor do love your manly touch
And I don't love your smell.
I just don't love you very much,
So why's your silence hell?

I do not miss your lilting voice,
Nor do I miss your kiss.
I've never seen your laughing eyes
So what is there to miss? 

I don't love your hand in mine
It's strictly for the birds.
Without your love I'm doing fine,
But how I miss your words.

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Poem Details | by Vincent Van Ross |
Categories: humor,

Absent-Minded

The husband
Opened
The door
And went out

He went
Down
The flight
Of stairs

On the way
He forgot
As to what
He was out to do

He forgot
Where he was 
Headed 
For…

So, he climbed
All the stairs 
Back up to his home
And rang the bell

Finding him empty-handed
His puzzled wife asked:
“Has the dairy 
Run out of milk?”

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