Tag: Poetry

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Obama Clause Is Coming To Town

you better not work.
you better not try.
you better not earn.
I’m telling you why.
Obama Claus is coming to town.

he sees you when you’re building.
he wants what you all make.
he’ll tell the 47 per cent.
that being rich is a mistake.

oh you better not work.
you better not try.
you better not earn.
I’m telling you why.
Obama Claus is coming to town.

he’ll tell you to be thankful.
to bow down and give thanks.
or he’ll send you to a FEMA camp.
to get your thinking “straight”.

oh you better not work.
you better not try.
you better not earn.
I’m telling you why.
Obama Claus is coming to town.

he’ll give you a free cell phone.
say Obamacare is great.
he’ll tell you being a success.
is something you should hate.

oh you better not work.
you better not try.
you better not earn.
I’m telling you why.
Obama Claus is coming to town

Amusing

Dr. Seuss: I Do Not Like This Uncle Sam

Dr. Seuss: I Do Not Like This Uncle Sam I do not like this Uncle Sam,

I do not like his health care scam.

I do not like these dirty crooks,

or how they lie and cook the books.

I do not like when Congress steals,

I do not like their secret deals.

I do not like this speaker, Nan,

I do not like this ‘YES WE CAN.’

I do not like this spending spree,

I’m smart – I know that nothing’s free.

I do not like your smug replies,

when I complain about your lies.

I do not like this kind of hope.

I do not like it, nope, nope, nope!

 

 
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Amusing

Poe’s “The Raven” if Written by a Cat

The End of the Raven — by Edgar Allen Poe’s Cat

On a night quite unenchanting,
when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven,
in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.

“Raven’s very tasty,” thought I, as I tiptoed o’er the floor,
“There is nothing I like more”
Soft upon the rug I treaded,
calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.

While the bard and birdie chattered,
I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and wierd decor –
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents’ worth –
“Nevermore.”

While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly lept up, pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore –
Only this and not much more.

“Oooo!” my pickled poet cried out,
“Pussycat, it’s time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I’ve wallowed in self-pity,
while my gallant, valiant kitty
Put and end to that damned ditty” – then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped – and smashed it on the floor.

Amusing

Redneck Poem: Susie Lee Done Fell In Love

Redneck Poem: Susie Lee Done Fell In LoveSusie Lee done fell in love;
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy ’bout it all
And she told her Pappy so.
But Pappy said, ‘Susie, gal,
You’ll have to find another
I’d just as soon ya Ma don’t know,
But Joe is yo’ half brother.’

So Susie put aside her Joe
And planned to marry Will.
But after telling Pappy this,
He said, ‘There’s trouble still ..
You can’t marry Will, my gal
And please don’t tell your Mother,
But Will and Joe and several mo’
I know is yo’ half brother.’

But Mama knew and said to her,
‘My chile, do what makes ya happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
You ain’t no kin to Pappy.’



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