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bombasticpoetry · 2 years
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If you really find it daunting clap your hands
If you really find it daunting clap your hands
If you really find it daunting
And find those who did it taunting
If you really find it daunting
clap your hands
Clap if you find it daunting
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bombasticpoetry · 2 years
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I do not like them, Sam-I-am
There should be no alarms at 4 ayam
I don't care if it's fire
Or falling rocks
Or a roaring, rampaging griddlubox
I do not like them, Sam-I-am
So no more, I don't give a damn
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bombasticpoetry · 2 years
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I've met a million people
And done so many bad
But I have no skill for sinning
Like those that make these fucking ads
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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He wrote his number on my arm
Which I thought was dandy
But I don't think I'm quite so brave
As to dial 1-800-HNDY
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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All my life I've been told being tall's a boon
But now I'm grown I must admit it burns a bit at noon
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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I saw some unicorns frolicking 'neath the Joshua Tree
I stopped and took some time to wonder why they're always three
when they stopped their dance and turned to look at me
"When one of you is Chained the other will be free"
I knew just what to do when I came home for the night
I sat waiting for my brother without nary a light
He did not 'spect my coming, hardly put up a fight
I hope that oxen chains will not be too light
Was not until the morning that I thought to kill his wife
If she were to speak there'd be no end to my strife
I stuck her in the neck with her son's new pocket knife
He did not stand in awe at the slipping of her life
He bolted from the house without a second's tarry
I knew just what to do to meet the words of the fairy
I loaded up my rifle with tone and manner merry
"I hope you're faster than a bullet, beloved nephew Larry!"
My first shot found the ground - my second found the tree
I knew would not be long for the village came for me
loaded up on horses with guns and hate and glee
I knew it would not be my brother chained so that I'd be free
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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Tim was a little squizzard
Back in the Cambrian era
To be clear that's a squid who's a wizard
And they called them plectronocera
Tim he was a funny squid
He was obsessed with gold
It was because what he did
Many would not grow old
He waved his funny wand
Above a bubbling pot
But he did not linger long
Upon the instructions he'd got
He said "blubbleblubbleshim!"
And out came a lovely gass
Though it chocked and burned him
The time to stop had passed
The new gass ate all the air
And chocked all of his friend
He wanted to leave a wealthy heir
Who never was in the end
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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I always thought the thee carpenter was a decent sot
Making things of wood and removing rot
But my friend has known him since he was a tot
And all they wood tell me is that they know he's knot
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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There was pandemonium in the courtroom
on that fifth spring day
as they accused the Gator
of stealing from the bay
The Monkey took the defense
The Eel prosecution
They all knew he was aiming
for Gators electrocution
"He bought his fishing license
which allocated him his share
but if sharing is to caring
he clearly doesn't care!!!
This is our food!
Our livelihoods at stake!
If you won't convict him
there's no reason he shouldn't take!!!
It was then that Monkey stood
to speak in Gators defense
his client held his breath
For this Beacon of calm and sense
"Now we know our friend Gator
is a kind and thoughtful being
The sight of him sunbathing
is one we're used to seeing
I don't see why he'd over fish
and leave his lovely hammock
No offense to our friend gator
but he's not a known dynamic
and not to make too fine a point
but proof is not our burden
The prosecution has not accounted
for the alibi from trusty verdin"
It was then from Rage
and lack of knowing
From young Eels lips
old hate made a showing
"I don't need no proof! He's a gator!
And we will know what they're all like
he's less an animal
and more walking appetite"
Then came a terrible sight
to the defense's dismay
The jury all were nodding
All his friends from around the bay
There were no closing arguments
There was nothing left to be said
but Gator had a feeling
they were not voting with their heads
It was then before hopeless eyes
that Pelican burst on in
His hat was old and dripping
Soaking the floor to the trim
"Howdy, folks!
I hope I'm not interrupting"
Pelican tipped his hat
"but I've got to stop injustice from erupting!"
"Now I know what you're all thinking
'wasn't he on a trip'
but for your fishing problem
I've got just the tip!
when I came on back
I knew there was something I forgot to do
and now I hear ya'll're trying Gator
When my fishing license need renewed!"
The defense was dumbstruck
Eel was oozing Fury
In had burst a star witness
and toppled a tilted jury
after Pelican had paid his fees
He had gator over for his trouble
and let him know if those like Eel came back
then their troubles would be doubled
That day was a harsh reminder
of how their "friends" could be.
But friends who kept Them friendly?
Now those are friends indeed
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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My mom got cucked by a woodchuck
who was sleeping with my dad
so now I've met a brother
I did not know I had
He's not much for conversation
He does not play my games
and our moms may be fighting
but I love him all the same
He likes to go out hiking
and he often carves in wood
I taught him some card games
He's actually quite good
We're so far apart
in biology and name
you wouldn't know from looking
but he's my brother all the same
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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Though our savior has freed us
I don't think he'll ever please us
We must hope he never sees us
For without a doubt he'll seize us
and it won't be to laugh and tease us
We all prey for Raptor Jesus
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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You could write a thousand lines of his eyes
And I would find too much they lack
It's not there that lies the things I prize
We must descend to walk the righteous track
Though his arms make me bubble up with glee
I only sing their worship in passing
Though for others muscles make them feel free
My fascination has always been passing
His hips don't lie as they direct me down
And I always find the trip delightful
As he blows my back out from funky town
I consider that this might be frightful
Though most find that these things all do the trick
Nothing can beat the knees I suck and lick
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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I think this man has hairy legs
I hope the French don't serve this one
Even if it's served with eggs
I don't think it'll be much fun
Even if they denied it
And called them thighs of nymphs
Even if they fried it
And catered it to simps
Even if they had divine sauce
And included it for free
I think I might be at a loss
On how to tell them it's not for me
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been going through a coloring crisis the past few days. felt like this was a LEAP in the right direction, finally!!
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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I want to write an ode to that booty
That's got me feeling shooty
A symphony for that smile
That they'll know from miles and miles
He says he's bringing country back
And so I think that he knows
My heart feels at attack
And the strike came from below
Bringing country back 😌
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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acab rhyming scheme
A
B C
A
B
They say all cops are bastard
They collude with them for sure
I think I'd like to leave a fat turd
Some place they can't elude
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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He was fighting with the nuts
And crowing about who'd have him
He thought he'd finally give his putz
To the one above his drink's rim
He knew he found a winner
when she beckoned with a finger
He was dealing with a sinner
So he knew better than to linger
So he followed to her van
Where Ms. Kinky grabbed a stick
He did not expect a scam
Untill she gave the thing a flick
She tossed him in a box
And closed the lid down tight-
-er than his legs could nock
off as they drove throughout the night
Now this was just his luck
Tossed in the rotting mud
and him without a truck
His life really was a dud
There were no babes here
No boozy things to drink
Only mating calls and leers
and food that barely thinks...
He splashed and croaked and leapt
straight into the cool damp earth
He owed that old bitch a debt
This was what he'd craves since birth
He never left the fen again
And never crossed the roads
Some people make terrible men,
and some of them make spectacular toads
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bombasticpoetry · 3 years
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If we wish to seek
Mrs. Low
We must sneak
Down below
Past armored guards,
Her son, Ling,
Sycophants,
Drooling things.
If we get
To her door
We can ask
What we came for
"What we had,
You did take,
Was it your plan
To our hearts break?"
"You understand
All ALL make
It is the job
Of death to take.
From your love
And your duty
Both the humble
And the snooty.
Though I hope
You do not
Come to think
You're for naught.
Here bees don't sting,
Flowers don't wilt,
The air is clean,
The earth a quilt,
But first you must
Love, grow, change!
For the dead
Don't have the range."
Then she'll give
Coco and love
Before we're sent
To the world above
I do hope
When we return
We'll share stories
Of a life well learned
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