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Weed Control

We thought them no threat – they were few;
They into a multitude grew.
We’d best pull these weeds
Before they spread seeds,
Or else our neglect we will rue.

Poem

Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket

A man from Nantucket named Pym
Once spotted where peng-u-ins swim
Some seals he attested
Were left unmolested,
(At least, that’s according to him.)

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Artsy Fartsy

The Man from Nantucket

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cum in a bucket.
He’d dip in a straw,
Then work out his jaw, 9 more words

Poems

Brown Pants

A man from McFarland once shitted
His pants, which were too tightly fitted:
He popped a low squat,
And he shitted a lot,
And it squished out his pants when they splitted.

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Poems

Duck (prompt) Limerick

Thomas thumbed, pulled out a plum

He chucked it in sizzling duck sauce.

Little Bo peeped,

trying to keep back her weep,

“Spring onion might’ve been in your thoughts!”