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Raj Arumugam Oct 2012
Tom of Bungles Company places an order
and  Bond of On-the-Ball Company calls back
and he tells Tom:
“Hey, listen…You’ve ordered another two shipments
of the goods? Look, you haven’t paid for the previous 4 orders
and we can’t ship your new order till you pay for the previous four”


“Oh,” says Tom of Bungles Company
quick and snappy
*“Cancel the order then
We really can’t wait that long”
....another existing joke transformed into verse...might post a poem in a different genre tomorrow...
Sandra Apr 2012
and so they fell …
Tears as pearly quaver
Salty in their pas de deux from her realize
A can-can polka in strip tease of soul bare
How vibrant, albeit transient in masquerade, their desire
A dance of miniscule quandary in micro adventure
Frilly knickered, in slivers of the truth
In folly, a spent of friendship abandoned
Curtsey now, in diversity of no embrace, why?
…for our lives are but a piecemeal of conversation
Random etymology in lesson
A three penny opera with no beg your pardon
The once bemused attar of forget me nots
Their fragrance now heavy in the air
…and the diminutive whys, wander rhetorically, in and out
of the bungle bungles of reality… because they can-can
hellopoet May 2015
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Heart tattoos and hidden scars,
bumpy rides from Venus to Mars.  
Hunters and heinous jungles,
oceans and other bungles.
Who brings this beauty
amid our chasmic chaos?






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T R Wingfield May 16
Family game night:

In it to win it, win or lose! "WIN LOSE OR DRAW" -updated edition, 1992-

"now with fewer screws to lose!"

or get unloosened, and then - come loose - and then, ultimately, you know, get lost... .

So yeah! Fewer screws! (Their getting *******)

I'm not in it for what I can do for you. I'm in it to see what we can do together, to make a memory worth looking back at, even if it's bad once it's done you can find the humor in each mistake - so as to make the recap shine from time to time and a little, too, every now and then...
and then again.
Bright like diamond sparkle, sparks pop and sizzle into smoke,
and fade.

And if the lighting is perfect too- and you set a perfect mood -and you find a good tune or better a a whole album you can dig on while you shoot the **** and kiss and tease and beg and plead and win and lose. It's my favorite thing to do. You ever smoke and chill? Yeah me too. (This was a lie) Nah like sitting still in a room is like... my favorite thing to do. (Also a lie.) In fact he was almaost physically incapable of sitting still once high on ***. He had to walk around and move. He walks through all his spiral thoughts and beats a rhythm out of syllabary slices he hopes that he can rhyme sooner or later, at marching cadences and syncopating them slowly, to the sway.

but what if I could say it better, yes I know I haven't said it yet that's the dilema- what if I said it out loud but then I thought of a better way to say it and it hauntes me terribly; because first and foremost, it is imperative that I always be the most clever that I can be at   Bb every beat of every bit and turn of phrase,  oh god I'm rambling, never mind that **** I said... Hey LOOK AT THAT!!

He Bungles the bolt, stumbles and stops, and gives up the retreat. "My bad guys... I ****** that one up... Nah you guys were great! Yeah that's on me... My B. Later dudes."

(Hell yeah! I certainly slogged that one out.  Sarcastically -Yippee I'm self aware now, too!!! ,'.)  

"You too? Cool. So..? Cool, yeah, so— what are you? Like what are you up too? You busy tonight or like, what's up?
You feel like kickin it later?
... Or now if you're into it? You know...

"Cuz I kinah feel like kickin it witchou."
(but do it smooth) [******* dude...]
{don't be rude}(why not? That was ******* cheese *****!* And cheese ***** can ******* ****.)
[whatever man, he can't hear us anyway so what's it matter?]{it's just uncouth}.
I don't know if this spastic chaos stream of consciousness is turned to drivel as of recentlyZzzz...

Hope you like it, or at least you don't feel like you wasted the time you spent with it,

Thanks for your time

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