by James von Dielingen
Tyrone P Maples
Pulled twenty-five staples
That lodged themselves into his thumb
He had naught to blame
But his own horrid aim
And a rusty big ole staple gun
Poetry Oddballs is the place to post and discuss original poetry. We're rhymers here, sorry, no prose! Send your original poems to poetryoddballs@gmail.com. (I won't claim any rights to your stuff, don't worry!)
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Kelly O'Roarke
by James von Dielingen
Kelly O'Roarke
Ate nothing but pork
And nothing else went on her plate
She lost her appeal
When she started to squeal
For Kelly became what she ate
Kelly O'Roarke
Ate nothing but pork
And nothing else went on her plate
She lost her appeal
When she started to squeal
For Kelly became what she ate
Myra Van Dane
by James von Dielingen
Myra van Dane
Was going insane
While nobody else was looking
Now all of her friends
Are facing their ends
In a giant stew pot Myra's cooking
Myra van Dane
Was going insane
While nobody else was looking
Now all of her friends
Are facing their ends
In a giant stew pot Myra's cooking
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