| Poems of Humor Poems by Maurice |
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| Don't Go Breaking My Art - an anti-dadaist poem Avant! Dada, you anarchists of verse, Do not touch my lovely ryhmed words. Your kooky chaos strives to make them worse So stay away, you unpoetical nerds. Unhand my trochees, my stanzas and that dactyl Do not even think of walrus prune. It cannot tickle foozball quandary meatloaf CivIL uNRESt groveling dental FLOSS. MurkY shoelacepeach pitsinewytrashcanlid Tisn't poetry, so who needs it anyway? Poems by Maurice www.drycrunchy.com/poems.html |
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| Death Be Not Silly Oh Death be not silly, When ye come for me, Do not use a hand buzzer Nor a cushion of Whoopee. Fearsome Death show dignity, And remove those Groucho glasses; Tis far better that you scare Than entertain the masses Make you not those corny puns, Nor giggle at my life's surcease, You goofy Reaper, just knock it off - And let me rest in peace. Poems by Maurice www.drycrunchy.com/poems.html |
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The Wedding Day O for a muse of espresso Or perhaps picant� sauce instead, Or somesuch fiery brew To bring forth a verse of worth to grace the Wedding Day. I am not a mime, this joyous time I cannot capture Pretending to be imprisoned in a box. Nor may I toodle upon a bugle and in that tiny honk Evoke the feast of flavorful food nor the flurch of fabulous flowers. The festive flock of friends - gathered as ripened mangoes Plucked from the both far and not - frolicking all together . . . Oh, what oily painting or chisel�d sculpture could grasp Their fevered footsteps flailing in most righteous boogie? Nor could I pick up colored crayons And in a waxy scribble or two (or three) preserve The wedding cake, like a ziggurat of white chocolate without sand, Even if I had the big box with sixty four colors. A Novel would take too long, so that�s out. Bride, oh beauteous bride, beside the grinning groom, Your love together it is like epoxy, whose bond is mighty and fast drying. As my Muse to me did, thus I to them and thee this boon fling: Long life, true love, great joy, to you as man and wife, And the ability to recognize good poetry when you read it. |
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