dedicated to fools & mavericks of any kind ...
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A lively spider
Likes to drink orange cider
Which makes his webs wider
Sitting in his glider
- Always an easy rider -
He just drinks cider
When he once landed
He found cider rebranded
Which left him grounded
New brand of cider
Doesn't allow make webs wider
By gliding spider
So grounded spider
Became rodeo rider
Selling his glider
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A dull shopping cart
Thinks it will be pretty smart
To get into chart
He founded a band
With a true-original brand
"The magical land"
None of them can play
But they hope that in LA
They'll find chicks to lay
All DJ's got his pay
In order to play and play
His song
on King-Kong
But his horrible art
Will never get in any chart
To rip world apart
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An old-fashioned table
Who spent his life in a horse stable
Became unstable
There is a false fable
That he is as well unable
Find way to his stable
As he does not drink
- All booze for him is but stink -
There's no probable link
At medical station
Doctor's examination
Found explanation
He has forgotten
That one his leg is rotten
Which made it shorten
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A thick slice of slate
Who's never been a bit late
Married a tin plate
Alas - the poor plate
Just cannot help being late
Which annoys the slate
But he has courage
To sustain his new marriage
Loving her porridge
She's wonderful cook
Who can cook
Even old rook
Or a rusty hook
Without other tease
Thanks to her huge expertise
They can live at ease
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A bag of stale air
Wails he is treated unfair
Which makes him despair
His wife the rich chair
Refused to admit his share
In firm that makes hair
Now the supreme court
Gave him the legal support
Which she can't distort
Thus his legal share
Amounts to pair of dog's hair
Anyway to spare
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If our Creator
Is love'n'peace generator,
Hate suffocator
How can he sustain
All this world's strain
And the millions slain ?
If this world's tension
Is part of his intention
Why this pretention ?
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A triple-twisted wire
From by now uncompleted spire
Likes to play with fire
But the timid spire
Is afraid of every fire
Produced by the wire
So his obsession
With no chance of progression
Lead to regression
Even a bonfire
Can any longer inspire
The once obsessed wire
So glad is the spire
That she now allows the wire
To heat her by fire
Properly heated
She feels so greatly treated
As if completed
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Has a Gothic spire
Any power to inspire
Wicked human mire ?
Are we to expire
Without bit of internal fire ?
Is future so dire ?
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A bottle of Rhine wine
Noticed that her double-curved spine
Started to incline
Doctor Centipede
Sent her to an orthopede
With suspicious speed
Examination
Concludes age declinatin
Lead to inclination
She is not so old
Thus unafraid of their scold
Suggests her bad cold
New explanation
Says that intoxication
Lead to inclination
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A slim trunk of junk
Wants to learn how to slamdunk
Thus increase his spunk
He pays an old skunk
Who coaches the team of gunk
And is always drunk
He tries really hard
To jump up the required yard
Aided by a faked card
But it's understood
He can't make more than a foot
There is no dispute
So the drunken skunk
Suggests to get rid of junk
To make the ball sunk
But he loves his junk
And rather gives up slamdunk
Though he'll get no spunk
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A pail of mustard
Would like to play with faked card
Thus become more smart
She is too honest
Doesn't want to foul her own nest
So it's tough request
Her husband custard
Does not think it is so hard
To play with faked card
In their own backyard
He copulates with a lard
Who is not too smart
That gave her the spunk
To have wild sex with a skunk
So low has she sunk
So now the mustard
Has learned to play with faked card
And became more smart
