Humour

How should I dress, now I am a poet?
In voluminous psychedelic robes
that flow kaftanesque...

We bury ourselves in our own graves listening to people who discuss race. Our ancestors are gon today why...

My mother asked me "what's wrong funny girl " as she sat by my side
I'm tired of being funny is all...

Some canny North Shields‘ fisherfolk
Set out one night to write a joke
But after one too many...

I don’t know why
Men can’t sit, while they pee
It’s certainly easier
It seems to me...

Let's both agree
to take a break
from our nasty
insidious mind games

At the...

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We are going to new quarters, we’re moving and we’re shaking;
And if someone wants to help...

Before reading, I apologize for the small amount of profanity. The poem is cynical in nature and the words...

The knowing look of embarrassment, was written on my face,
As I slowly tumble by myself, in deepest...

Vinnie used
a tennis racket ,

which made quite
the racket (noise)
...

Cookies are fantastic
I choose chocolate chip
If you give me a couple
I might leave...

Garden
hose
faucet

Lefty
loosey

righty
tighty

if...

what fucking joy
so soon should waste
or the bliss of getting pissed
might not...

One day while sitting, in my new car
A bird approached me, from afar

And as it so,...

These days I sit
Uninspired
Old and grey
And always tired

At this late...