dedicated to fools & mavericks of any kind ...
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One, two
A bag of stew
Sits in a loo
Three, four
Behind locked door
Sweeping the floor
Five, six
Plays with the wicks
Amusing chicks
Seven, eight
Playing a serenade
With a hand-grenade
Nine, ten
Once stole a hen
From my pigpen ...
---
All this world's strain
I can no longer sustain
It's harmful to brain.
If it continues
It may lead to the bad news :
Madness on the loose.
---
My holed memory
Can no more hold a story
From my history.
Is there remedy
For its shameful comedy,
Maybe tragedy ?
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A drunken triangle
Lost his proud right angle
In fight with a tangle.
In fact the right angle
Flew from the despised triangle
To live with that tangle.
But the sloppy tangle
Soon annoyed the neat triangle
Who can stand no dangle
So their partnership
Turned to sour relationship -
Nothing like friendship.
---
I should not worry
If my leaky memory
Retains no story
In my history
There is not a single story
Worth of memory
---
A spook and a hook
Killed a hundred years old rook
And began to cook ...
(To bring down cost
They could make of it a toast
Or just simply roast.
But they should not fry
Because fried rook is so dry
It can make one cry ... )
They insist to cook
Because the stupid spook
Wants but a cooked rook :
So they cook and cook
Already in Guiness book
Still can't eat the rook ...
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Some devil in me
Makes of me a dull dummy
- That is quite a whammy.
He can be funny
When he thinks about money,
Or sweet like honey
So I do not know
Whether to love him or no :
Rather make him go ...
---
My bad poetry
Will never save a single tree
Is it worth entry ?
I am much afraid
It can make no proper raid
On mankind's faults' rate ...
---
A small satellite
Always decent and polite
Applied for more light.
His application
Got high classification
In his location.
Further promotion
Without any commtotion
Was slowed in motion
The Light Commission
With an open admission
Delays permisson
The Comission Chair
Means it would be quite unfair
To speed this affair
The incoming fact
Must be convincingly backed
For Permission Act
Waiting in a pipe
Of the proper size and type
It must become ripe
So the satellite
No less patient or polite
Still waits for more light ...
---
(One, two, three)
Jump from the tree
And become free
With no decree
(Four, five, six)
Frighten the chicks
Stealing their sticks
Ignore the sicks
(Seven, eight, nine)
Let the sun shine
Right on your spine
Without decline ...
---
The angel of doom
Lurks behind all kinds of boom
May they seem to bloom.
Sooner or later
All falls down to his crater
There is no shelter.
(If it happens soon
Bribe him with your silver spoon
To get better doom ...)
---
A young cautious fox
Bought two pairs of woollen socks
To protect from pox.
But a shabby box
Means that no kind of such socks
Protects you from pox.
Only the heat shocks
Got by whisky on the rocks
Are the stuff that blocks.
And so they quarrel
Chewing the leafs of laurel
From an oil barrel.
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A fox and an ox
Despite the locks
Stole three socks
In the city docks.
They sold the stol'n socks
To an old chill-hating hoax
For a small soap box.
Then in the Hyde Park
They campaigned for right to bark
With their friendly shark
Before the small flocks
Of all kinds of wicked blokes
Who deemed them as mocks.
Now are under arrest
Based on their DNA test
Which ended their quest.
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A wicked wicket
Counterfeited a ticket
For a game of cricket
She wants to sell it
To a miserable dallit
For a gun bullet
He tries to lick it
And unable to stick it
He finds it's wicked
So has the wicket
Learned : Faking a ticket
Must be more wicked
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