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Some of our previous poets need to return!
Hey, I can do limericks and light subjects, like when I write about Bill Carson.
I know this guy named Bill
who dates a lass called Jill.
She forgot to take The Pill
so dad Bill now feels so ill.
Phil Ochs estate will be suing you for copyright infringement ( " The Harder They Fall).
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Some of our previous poets need to return!
Hey, I can do limericks and light subjects, like when I write about Bill Carson.
I know this guy named Bill
who dates a lass called Jill.
She forgot to take The Pill
so dad Bill now feels so ill.
Joanie THAT is not funny!!!!
Ooh ive gone pale.
No, too old for mini Bills now.
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May 23, 2018 - 5:36 AM
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jackfu
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Both Red Light and Big Date will probably get Hollywood screenplays. They are such fun. Maybe Jackfu will become a poet laureate in his own state someday. Dogbelle, you and I will have to BEG him then for an autograph. 
How sweet, Joan! C'mon, group hug!
Here's a sappy one I did after being inspired by "Immortal Beloved" and I did borrow four words from it.
Lover’s Lament
Our love, my dear, it is forbidden,
No one can ever know.
The joy you give to me unbidden,
Alas, must it be so?
Your face, your eyes with love they shine.
Your hair how it does flow.
But you can ne’er be truly mine,
My love, must it be so?
Oh, curse this coward’s heart of mine!
Why can’t I let it show?
I’m doomed for aye o’er you to pine,
My soul, must it be so?
A wasted life I’m cursed to live,
A torture cruel and slow.
My life to you I fain would give,
My dear, must it be so?
The years have come and gone too fast.
Why did I let you go?
My chance for love has long flown past.
Oh, why must it be so?
It’s come, at last, my final day,
It’s time for me to go.
Farewell, my love farewell, I say,
My love, it must be so.
I dunno, maybe I should stick with boogers and pimples?
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Some of our previous poets need to return!
Hey, I can do limericks and light subjects, like when I write about Bill Carson.
I know this guy named Bill
who dates a lass called Jill.
She forgot to take The Pill
so dad Bill now feels so ill.
Phil Ochs estate will be suing you for copyright infringement ( " The Harder They Fall).
"jack and Jill went up a hill
They were looking for a thrill
But she forgot to take her pill
Gimme my pill, gimme my pill..3x
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Jackfu, delighted with the Zombie poem and your reference to "George." Lover's Lament is awesome and very Shakespearean.
You mentioned borrowing 4 words so Bruce can't accuse you of copyright infringement like he did to me.
Bill, "little bills' is a bit scary.
Bruce, what the heck are you doing? You use a ANGRY icon which means you are angry, not joking. Hello? Winky icons are for joking as used by Bill's response to "his" poem. You accuse me a plagiarism which, obviously, I did not do. So why the angry icon? I didn't borrow anything from that Bogart movie. Your response does makes me angry.
Joan, remember what BillCarson said?
My "anger" is "mock anger". No winking allowed
Bruce
p.s. its not from the Bogart film
Joan Hue:
Bruce, don't you want to add a winkie icon to your post so that Bill knows you are teasing him?
(My mind is just fine, Bill, and I've read your poems. smile)
"Zis is KAOS, vee dont vink here"!
Bruce
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El Bruco no likey the winky
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May 25, 2018 - 6:14 AM
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jackfu
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Here's another zombie poem, set to the tune of Herman's Hermits' "Can't You Hear My Heartbeat" (Carter, Lewis):
Zombies, Zombies, Can You Hear My Heartbeat?
Walkin’ thru the graveyard near the highway,
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
Hopin’ you don’t start a-lookin’ my way.
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
Leavin’ flowers on Mama’s tomb,
Hopin’ that today I don’t meet my doom. (Wah!)
Hope you can’t hear the poundin' of my heartbeat,
Cause you’re the ones I dread,
Don’t wanna wind up undead.
Now they’re risin’ up from within their graves,
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
Time for this old boy to really be brave,
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
All my friends think that I am spesh,
But all you wanna do is eat my flesh. (Wah!)
Hope you can’t hear the poundin' of my heartbeat,
You’re really hungry, I know,
Just glad that you move so slow.
Some say, you’re imaginary creatures.
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
Somethin’ from a drive-in double feature.
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
Zombies, zombies, don’t try to surprise,
Cause I’ll just put one right between your eyes! (Pow!)
Hope you can’t hear the poundin' of my heartbeat,
Cause you’re the ones I dread,
Don’t wanna wind up undead.
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
Zombies, zombies, can you hear my heartbeat?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2Yid309PZs
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