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Hair Of The Dog: Interlude Tonsorial
Exqueeze me whilst I sing the tale of facial hair gone tough as nails. When short, it chafes, when long it scares, crepusculating facial hairs. Beware the chafed skin you…
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“I Realized Something Disturbing This Morning” by Allison Rossi—Incidental Poetry
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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Poetry!: “The Radish Is The Noisy’st Root…”
The radish is the noisy'st root, Its vocal tack beyond dispute, effusive in expounding truth— so talkative, this verbal fruit. In ages prior and aeons hence, have poets, lost in…
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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Meta-Poetry!: Ode to “Ode To A Croaking Man”
O! Poem that spoke of a man who croaks, were you not my own, I would quote you! I would think that whomever composed you smokes dope, but I know…
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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Poetry!: Admonishment To A Bad Poet
Bad poems give just cause to critics who revel in finding ways to rag on others' flaws. When upon poorly set, is personal whose hearts cherish pride, and, gorging…
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The Measure Of A Poet: A Lyrical Explication Upon Substantive Empirical Qualification of Authorial Poesy in Three Lines
What better a measure of man as a poet Is there, b'sides seeing some poems he's wroet? If better exists, I sure do not knoet.
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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Poetry!: Ode To A Croaking Man
On a long-ago visit to the hamlet of Acton, MA with my GOAT (that's "Girlfriend Onceupon A Time"—hey, I don't mind if they call me a BOAT), the town was…
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This’ll Show ‘Em: Verse Upon Bank of America Holding My Checks And Angering My Cat
"These checks will be held for two weeks", they said, "because they are very large and from New Jersey" This much is true But I am now home and my…
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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Poetry!: Ode To A Curl-Up Bug
O! pity the poor maligned curl-up! Its form, tho' well designed, inspires many to fear! But many a curl-up has faced a cruel and untimely fate 'neath some shoe or…