Poem For Those Who Severed Jesus
In the town of Shawnee, there is no joy today
No smiles and no laughter
Because they’ve gone away
Rudely taken from us
Each before their time
Down our cheeks the tears fall
May our pain be left behind
As we know, they’re with God
Gabriel sound your horn
All will surely miss them
Till that day when we’re reborn
So be it, if it is His will.
FLORIDA MAN FAFOES BIGLY
Your story and carcass, beginning to rot,
are starting to smell like those fish that you caught
Six days at the top are sufficient for you
So begone, let your guts become putrified goo
Democracy’s stronger without your ass here
and the scaled and gilled critters live in less fear
You took on The Cove, but it wouldn’t be beat
So how ‘bout it, webmaster? We need some fresh meat!
Maybe somehow worms will feast on him, then those worms will be used to feed fish. It would be one of those touching circle of life moments.
THE TENNESSEE MAGAt
Bang the drum slowly
One more gone away
No more will this “pastor”
Lead his flock astray
Though you didn’t get it, I find it quite odd
that you twisted the words of the Lamb of God
You were hate filled and spiteful right to the finito
Now you’re under the soil, like a MAGAt burrito
Taren from McTurtleland
Just sit right back while I tell the story
of Taren from the Bluegrass state
Selling peg games, serving dumplings
Life was good till she met her fate
She agreed that the Cove was real
and that it could pulverize you
But she swallowed the line that the vax was bad
and a mask would put you in the ICU
She feared the effects, ten years from now
if she took the Fauci Ouchie
Now she’s food for bugs while I write bad rhymes
from my Caribbean couchy
So down at the Barrel of Crackers
The crackers spend their cash,
sit in rockers, and play checkers
And the cook still slings the hash
But gullible Taren knows none of this,
and can’t realize her blunder
Green grow the lilacs, blue grows the grass
with Taren six feet under
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Humpty Dumpty in Kentumpty
Humpty Dumpty had a neckbeard
Then one day he felt sickly and weird
Gridiron tactics couldn’t win James this battle
For the X‘s and O’s faded to a death rattle
Does he somewhere reflect on his football glory?
If a bass boat’s involved, it would complete the story
Soon he was under the soil six feet
But his wife quickly found her a new Humpty sweet
He Took One For The Team
Covid cootie catcher
Rolls of neckly fat
Might have worn a red hat too
But I’m not sure of that
Taught health but learned nothing
Covid took his life
Another guy who is his clone
Now plows his widowed wife
Delmar Dawn
Delmar Dawn, what’s that mask you ain’t got on
Could it be the kind that stops the Wuhan Flu?
It took your hubby Rob
That cheatin’ preachin’ knob
Look out, it may be comin’ for you too
Dear Ms. Biester
Dear Ms. Biester
Is kicking life’s Keister
She’s got her priorities right
Said “Now that Rob’s buried
it’s high time I’ve hurried
to find a new bear to hold tight”
Her former guy, Rob
was a goateed slob
who wielded the sword of the Lord
Thought he could beat it but soon was defeated, and
instead got his Herman Cain Award
Hardheaded Robert
Hardheaded Robert was stubborn as hell
”Ain’t gettin’ no shot, for my prayer serves me well!”
Was he testing The Lord? I’ll let you judge
Though he sure wasn’t helped by that beard and neck pudge