Poetry competition CLOSED 26th November 2018 3:29pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
blocat
and Josh
Levity, Brevity and Nonsense
Related submission no longer exists.
DRINKING COFFEE NAKED
I was ready
for my shower
when you said
coffee is done
so here I sit
dining room table
curtains open
one might catch
a glimpse of me
drinking coffee
naked
for my shower
when you said
coffee is done
so here I sit
dining room table
curtains open
one might catch
a glimpse of me
drinking coffee
naked
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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Thank you Kumar and Snuggles,
for
your
submissions...
How delightfully brief you have been...
I see that you two also took the time
to read and follow rules outlined...
You got a grasp on the spirit of the competition...
Kudos...Ely
for
your
submissions...
How delightfully brief you have been...
I see that you two also took the time
to read and follow rules outlined...
You got a grasp on the spirit of the competition...
Kudos...Ely
senryu from many years ago
woke up sweaty
one ball hanging out—
yelled out, "Aaaaaaaaa!"
one ball hanging out—
yelled out, "Aaaaaaaaa!"
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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You'll have to let me know if this qualifies. No cussing, I don't think it's porn. But vulgar? Hmmm. Just a funny moment I needed to commemorate for no reason in particular.
JANKYPROPOSALS.COM
Wearing yesterday’s t-shirt and socks
And dirty rain pants
Because everything else
Is flea-infested in bags
I will stand outside
My business that is closing down
To offer you the rest of my life
Which may not appear
To hold much worth,
But my heart is as bright
As this rhodolite garnet-
Oh you’re calling to tell me
That you don’t want to meet me here.
Okay. It can wait.
And dirty rain pants
Because everything else
Is flea-infested in bags
I will stand outside
My business that is closing down
To offer you the rest of my life
Which may not appear
To hold much worth,
But my heart is as bright
As this rhodolite garnet-
Oh you’re calling to tell me
That you don’t want to meet me here.
Okay. It can wait.
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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OOPS!
This is just a piece of daft doggerel I wrote for my own amusment.
Seven o’clock Sunday morning
Mum and daddy’s plight
Little menace three years old
Kept them up half the night
At last says Mummy he’s asleep
Now time for some respite
She’s bouncing up and down on him
And really in full throe
The little bugger marches in
And he wants to know
What are you doing to daddy mummy?
Why are you jumping on his tummy?
Well says mummy daddy’s fat
So I am bouncing to make sure
That his tummy stays real flat
And bouncing is the cure
The little boy laughs with joy
You’ll never do it Mummy
He laughs ‘til he’s hysterical
She asks him why it’s funny
Well every time you go to work
Daddy plays a game
He lets the lady from next door
Blow him up again!
Seven o’clock Sunday morning
Mum and daddy’s plight
Little menace three years old
Kept them up half the night
At last says Mummy he’s asleep
Now time for some respite
She’s bouncing up and down on him
And really in full throe
The little bugger marches in
And he wants to know
What are you doing to daddy mummy?
Why are you jumping on his tummy?
Well says mummy daddy’s fat
So I am bouncing to make sure
That his tummy stays real flat
And bouncing is the cure
The little boy laughs with joy
You’ll never do it Mummy
He laughs ‘til he’s hysterical
She asks him why it’s funny
Well every time you go to work
Daddy plays a game
He lets the lady from next door
Blow him up again!
Written by blocat
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Anonymous
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Dude...! That's too much information...
quite the visuals
you have there.
But I must say... I can relate...
here, the best... is not so great...
and imports are too dear
so, with you...I empathise...
Hope things get better, here... and there
quite the visuals
you have there.
But I must say... I can relate...
here, the best... is not so great...
and imports are too dear
so, with you...I empathise...
Hope things get better, here... and there
Hi there, blocat... what an epic introduction that is..
Pleased to make your aquaintance, by the way...
and thank you for your entries... about which I'd like to say
Do, please go back and check your spelling...
a little editing might be in order... in order for your (retired) piece to pass muster for ''Neatness Counts'' and (word count)... which at 210 is a little more...than I can ignore... and we do want your... otherwise perfectly acceptable
piece of poetry... in the competition.
Won't you see what you can do? It'd sure be appreciated, BC... thanks much, Ely
Pleased to make your aquaintance, by the way...
and thank you for your entries... about which I'd like to say
Do, please go back and check your spelling...
a little editing might be in order... in order for your (retired) piece to pass muster for ''Neatness Counts'' and (word count)... which at 210 is a little more...than I can ignore... and we do want your... otherwise perfectly acceptable
piece of poetry... in the competition.
Won't you see what you can do? It'd sure be appreciated, BC... thanks much, Ely
Retired!
Grass to mow! It’s too hot!
I don’t know what I thought
When I promised to clean up the lawn
Out of gas! Gotta’ go!
Drag my ass, take some dough
Fill this can, so that I can keep on
I am done! Summer’s heat
from the sun has me beat!
Putrid stench from some dead little rat
In the bed by the walk
under dead flower stalks
What’s the use of my owning a cat?
Thowing up, choke and retch,
"Pick it up!" She’ll kvetch
My old hag doesn’t care that I’m tired
So she’ll bitch and she’ll moan
That old witch surely knows
Just how much I hate being retired!
I don’t know what I thought
When I promised to clean up the lawn
Out of gas! Gotta’ go!
Drag my ass, take some dough
Fill this can, so that I can keep on
I am done! Summer’s heat
from the sun has me beat!
Putrid stench from some dead little rat
In the bed by the walk
under dead flower stalks
What’s the use of my owning a cat?
Thowing up, choke and retch,
"Pick it up!" She’ll kvetch
My old hag doesn’t care that I’m tired
So she’ll bitch and she’ll moan
That old witch surely knows
Just how much I hate being retired!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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