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Sand get out of bed!
Curious minds
are impatient for rhymes!
No one can stand in Sands stead!

My goodness! It's not such a trial
To give you a chance for a while.
The choice is infinite
And it takes just a minute
If you start with a frown or a smile.

A cockroach with talents for writing
Wrote poems while bedbugs were biting.
It gave him respite
To think and to write
And it made all their lives more exciting.

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A mouse with a dexterous tail
Survived a long time without fail
By snagging the keys
To a supply of cheese
With his tail with a nail from a pail.

A painter who worked like a hippy
Painted portraits like Fra Filippo Lippi.
Medieval and formal,
Nothing abnormal
But when finished he screamed out "Yippee".

MissConstrue felt tense
"These evil smilies make no sense!
To see them gives me shivers,
my body gets the quivers,
But when I use them, I never wince!"

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The 'Thread Killer's' brash and sassy,
Could stare down any lad or lassy,
But some threads would not fall
and the Thread Killer's soon would bawl
"It's too hard to compete against an Aspie!"

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You see them posting with grace,
Before long they vanish into space.
The Transient WP Poster
Sometimes seems more like a ghost, er
Has anyone seen old what's 'er face???

An Alaskan Biker's folly...

Reika thought she would like
To go for a ride on her bike
But much to her chagrin
There fell snow once again
So back to her bed she did hike

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Young Strapples it seems was quite keen
To be wrapped up in neo-prene
He yelled from this place
Of constrictive embrace
"I can't see my computer screen!"

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EvilKimEvil did quake
She awoke from her dream... as a snake!
Slithering cross the ground
To a rock large and round... she said...
"At least in the sun I can bake!"

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Syzygyish, I've tried and I've tried
to pronounce your name, I cried!
But I admit defeat
And shamefully retreat
With my poor old tongue... well... tongue-tied!

wsmac, you're skilled!

There's a wrong planet member who's order,
Was to make posts while drinking Stone porter,
For he felt it relaxed,
When his strange mind was taxed,
But it only made readers feel border.

Alright, I made up that last word. But it's still true I'm sure.

I do not know what to write about
Because a hot girl is giving me the pout
I run down the street, away from this fiend
Tripping over another girl, I skinned my knees
Walking away, I thinking about doubt

A kilted man named Alibaster
Spied on the ground a Piaster
As he reached for the gift
A stiff breeze did lift!
Which resulted in a cheeky disaster!

I got a new kilt Monday... a modern kilt... the AmeriKilt!

I just read a poet named Sand
Whose verses were many and bland.
When asked why this was
He said "That's because
My poems are meant to be canned."

Of all artists whose œuvre we follow
There's none greater than great Frida Kahlo
Vibrant colours and passion
In Mexican fashion
As sure as piñatas are hollow.

Hey! My poetry's not all that weak.
If your nerves require a tweak
I can whip up some stuff
That's nasty and rough
But for now I'll just take a leak.

Here I am taking a big piss
Because I just made a diss
To a guy who mispronouced my name
Doing so is just my game
But to my denist I must hiss

So Sand's going out for a piss.
(For his sake, he'd better not miss.)
As he sits on the throne
He tells himself alone
"Relieving myself is pure bliss."

Like any quite normal guy
I have a fairly good eye.
When I venture to piss
I really don't miss.
I don't sit, I just aim. That's why.