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Ted Scheck
54/M/Speedway, Indiana   
Alyssa Faye Heckart
Colorado    Sad poems are my jam. I love spoken word. Currently trying to get in to collaborative poetry. I love coffee more than (almost) anything.

Poems

Poetic T Dec 2015
I walked in the forest one day and
What did my eyes see. I rubbed the
Left and then the right one
And still I saw what I did see.

"What the heck,
"What the heck,
"What the heck,

I saw a owl and a reindeer kissing
Under the mistletoe they looked up
And then the beck and lips meet and
When they did they kissed underneath.

"What the heck,
"What the heck,
"What the heck,

A I saw a star on the tree singing,
I listened with the left and I
listened with the right,

"Merry Christmas,
"Merry Christmas,
"Merry Christmas,

Did this star sing, and it glowed
Upon the words it that did ring.
It sang these words till Christmas eve.

"What the heck,
"What the heck,
"What the heck,

A reindeer did land on my snow covered roof,
and what words did I my ears hear,
I looked with eyes wide open
My eyes did glance?

"**!
"**!
"**!

Then I did awaken and snow was on my
Tree I ran down the stairs,
I opened the door and
My eyes did see presents
Sitting where none were the night before
Now I said three words.

"What the heck!
"What the heck!
"What the heck!

As a smile crossed my face as
My mummy woke up, and we did open
What Santa had dropped down our chimney.
Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .