Is indeed devil
The source of all that's evil
Or is it Lord's will ?
Humans are evil
More or less like the devil -
Is it our God's will ?
If indeed devil
Is product of Goodness' will
Why is he evil ?
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Put aside
Your pride
And give you mind a free ride
To the other side.
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Huck the famous hound
Having finished his twelfth round
Left us graveward bound.
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Our old cucumber
Quite likes her SS number
That makes her slumber
But a wise cabbage
Told her that it is garbage
Discording Babbage.
It left her confused :
Should SSN be refused
And other thing used ?
Or is cabbage wrong
And SSNs are 'nough strong
To remain for long ?
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Are we not sinking
Deep into wishful thinking
With our minds shrinking ?
---
Why am I so tired ?
Because I was wrongly wired
When devil conspired ?
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A cheeky carrot
Boasted before our parrot
She can dance fox-trot
"Well" - said the parrot
"Most probably you will rot
And not dance fox-trot."
Hurt deep in her pride
Secretly she moaned and cried
After all - he's right ...
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Does the history
Preserve mankind's memory
As a true story ?
I do not think so
For nothing I heard or saw
Abides such a law.
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An ancient partridge
Says he once worked in Oak Ridge
Where he built a bridge.
But a wren from wire
Chirps he set the bridge on fire
And vanished in mire.
Who's wrong and who's right ?
The answer is not in sight -
If you know it, write.
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Despite the fashion
Do not join the discussion
On world's recession :
It is but nonsense
Lacking any feel or sense
Of people's offense.
---
A plump overripe plum
Leaves for good the nasty slum
Which made her feel glum.
She has bought a house
For money from her late spouse
Eaten by a mouse.
But ev'n out of slum
Because being just a plum.
She still feels so glum ...
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Will human nature
One day become more mature
To save its culture ?
---
Some new unknown plant
Quickly occupies the land
In huge power plant
The staff is alarmed
Because the cooling is warmed
Where the weed has swarmed.
A gene engineer
Says the solution is near :
All soon will be clear.
Although convincing
He still cannot tame that thing
And start with cleansing.
With such a prospect
No one knows what to expect
And whom to respect.
---
A storm-loving whale
With its huge tail
Caused a gale
Of tremendous scale.
All sailors grew pale :
Nobody knows where to sail
To escape that whale.
---
Stretching my standards
I accept all kinds of arts
Not found in the charts.
But I hate the charts
Dumping sleaze on minds and hearts
They stink like the farts.
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This is not a tale
About my monkey's lost tail -
It is on a snail.
Well, listen : That snail
Stole my beloved old pail
And was sent to jail.
Arriving in jail
He possessed a can of ale
Intended for sale.
But soon he grew pale
Learning that no kind of ale
Is allowed in jail.
With no possession
He fell in deep depression
With fast progression.
What about that tail ?
Well, it is another tale
As yet not for sale.
