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 Jan 2019
South by Southwest
The jokes on you !
To all those people who call a three line anything a haiku .
 Dec 2018
South by Southwest
How I love your chicken thighs
So tender and juicy so my oh my
Your chicken wings by far the best
Licking good up to the breast
Your chicken fingers taste so good
I nibble on each one really good
Your necks are smacking food
Chicken lips so salty , wet , and ****
Your backs are something to squawk about
Your drum sticks make me want to shout
I'll pluck feathers with you any day
And you can satisfy again my stay
 Dec 2018
Logan Robertson
What the fork is going on
We argue all knife long
The table settings a froze
What the fork is going on
Can't we at least spoon
A ladle here, a ladle there
What the fork is going on
We argue all knife long

Logan Robertson

11/30/2018
There were many a night it rained and the weather outside was fine.
 Dec 2018
Emily
For best effect, the following piece should be read/sung to the rhythm of the lines “With cat-like tread, Upon our prey we steal” from “With cat-like tread” in Gilbert & Sullivan’s Pirates of Penzance:

With cat-like tread,
Upon a hot tin roof,
Crossing the road,
To see the other side.

No sound at all,
Not even from a mouse,
Searching about,
Without a periscope.

But infrared,
Within our night-time scopes,
Eyeing the wolf,
Howling up to the moon.

Not made of cheese,
But maybe one will see,
The smiling face,
Of Maggie my own cow.

You did not know,
That I once had a cow,
But then she went,
And jumped up on the moon!
 Nov 2018
Traveler
THANKSGIVING FOR POETS

Don't give up so **** easy!
Try and find a common ground
Don't be that same old stubborn ***
Put away your
Know it all crowns

Those loving eye's
With the judgmental squint
Here's a tool to not get bent
Write a poem
While taking a ****
Do flush
But let your words set
Near the stool
So all can read
Don't be cruel
Let your poetry
Read!

Share the love!
It’s a gifted of the Divine....
Traveler Tim
Happy Turkey Day Friends
 Nov 2018
South by Southwest
Hey ! I'm on top of the world
I dug your grave and now I'm
Going to have a burial

I dug it deep hoping it will keep
You from bothering me

One , two , three and heave **
Into eternity you must go

Who's laughing now ?
All your a-musing antics
Who's a-mused now
You alphabetical cow

You're shivering as I throw the dirt down
So you see you can't win
You ***** muse I've more than one way to pen


There! All covered and bound
Those binders will remain closed below the ground
Those Hell hounds will
howl no more
 Nov 2018
Lawrence Hall
(A MePhone rattles and twanks and pings like Robby-the-Robot gone bad.)

Woman: “Yeah?”

(silence)

Woman: “YEAH?”

(silence)

Woman: “I’m in the hospital.”

Noise from MePhone: (think Charlie Brown’s parents)

Woman: “I’m in the hospital!”

MePhone: (Charlie Brown’s parents)

Woman: “I’M IN THE HOSPITAL!”

MePhone: (a small child babbling)

Woman: “I’M IN THE HOSPITAL!”

MePhone: (a small child babbling)

Woman: “YEAH!”

MePhone: (a small child babbling)

Woman: “YEAH!”

MePhone: (incoherent noises – could be a ******)

Woman: “FOR MY COLONOSCOPY!”

MePhone: (the ****** continues)

Woman: “FOR MY COLONOSCOPY!”

Offstage, a young woman in scrubbies: “Mr. Lawrence…?”

(Deo gratias)

Exit, pursued by Too Much Information.
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