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a graphic/visual/wordless poem
(it's not a well-defined genre)
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ieatedthepurpleone liked this · 12 years ago
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Why?
Because.
Meanwhile, on the side of the highway...
This was written for a friend on her 21st birthday, but was not presented to her as she most likely would have found it disturbing (particularly, after several margaritas).
Tomorrow as morning comes round
You'll find you're asleep on the ground.
With one fuzzy glance,
You'll note lack of pants,
And how piles of bodies abound.
(Submission) A mariner hailing from Kish / Encountered a woman, half-fish / Ichthyologically-speaking / He always was sneaking / A few extra bites of that dish.
Thank you ieatedthepurpleone for this tasty bit of verse.
You somehow manage to squeeze absolutely bizarre, yet wonderful, words into poems.
The Cork
There once was a clever young lass
Who slept with her thumb up her ass.
When asked why she did it,
She said "To inhibit
Self-suffocation from gas."
The dark days before People Magazine told us all we need to know about American celebrities
Jiggery, Pokery,
Abraham Lincoln did
Marry a woman they
Called Mary Todd.
Though Abe loved all of her
Idiosyncrasies,
Many Americans
Found her quite odd.