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03/14/2024 “Young Poetry”   Leave a comment

I’m a fan of some poetry. That being said I prefer short poetry like haikus or limericks. What I like even more is poetry written by younger children because it seems they write what they’re feeling and that makes it special. In the past I’ve posted poems from younger children collected from English-speaking countries around the world and today I offer four more excellent examples of their work. Their poetry is alarmingly good for their young ages and today’s topic will be Feelings. Enjoy!

By Paul Wollner – Age 7 – United States

I love you, Big World.

I wish I could call you

And tell you a secret:

That I love you, World.

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By Mary Flett – Age 9 – New Zealand

A loving arm

Shelters me

From any harm.

That shelteredness

Of kindness

Flows around me.

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By Ngaire Noffke – Age 12 – New Zealand

I shook his hand.

I touched him.

How proud I felt.

He said “Hello” softly.

I lost my voice,

But in my mind

I said everything.

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by Karen Crawford – Age 9 – United States

Have you ever felt like nobody?

Just a tiny speck of air.

When everyone’s around you,

And you are just not there.

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THANKS ONCE AGAIN TO RICHARD LEWIS

03/12/2024 💥💥Virgin Limerick Alert💥💥   Leave a comment

Today I’d like to talk about virgins and virginity. Whether we like it or not there aren’t as many virgins available as there once were. Back in the day virginity was prized by almost everyone but I think those days have passed us by forever. I’m reminded of a joke I heard a few years ago that the only virgins left were “ugly third graders”. It was funny at the time but the more I thought about it the more unfunny it became. I’ve been around a very long time and my experience with virgins is damn near nonexistent. With the advent of “soaking” (thanks to those devote Mormons), I’m not entirely sure if the term virginity even applies anymore. Since I admittedly have no clue about virginity, I thought I’d revert to my library for some soulful inspiration. My first choice when diving into my library is always limericks. Here are four limericks concerning virginity or the lack thereof. Enjoy!

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There was a young fellow named Biddle

Whose girl had to teach him to fiddle.

She grabbed hold of his bow

And said, “If you want to know,

You can try parting my hair in the middle.”

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There was a young virgin of Dover

Who was screwed in the woods by a drover.

When the going got hard

He greased her with lard,

Which felt nice, so they started all over.

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There was a young girl from Hoboken

Who claimed that her hymen was broken

From riding a bike

On a cobblestone pike,

But it really was broken from pokin’.

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There was a young girl named McKnight

Who got drunk with her boyfriend one night.

She came to in bed

With a split maidenhead –

That’s the last time she ever was tight.

THANKS TO RONALD STANZA

02/17/2024 💥💥WW II Limerick Alert💥💥   Leave a comment

A few weeks ago, I posted a number of limericks written in the World War II era. Your response was much better than I anticipated so I thought I’d dig up a few more from that same era to make you laugh and smile all these years later.

A WAVE who had duty at sea,

Complained that it hurt her to pee.

Said the Chief Bosun’s mate,

“That accounts for the fate

Of the cook and the captain and me.”

In the Army and Navy, the toast is

To the talented USO hostess

Who was diddled and screwed

While she tried to conclude

Which service she really liked mostest.

A female Nazi from Bredo

Advances her sinister credo,

By displaying her charms

During air raid alarms,

Inflaming the warden’s libido.

An oversexed G.I. in France

Decided to take just a chance,

But the fairest of foxholes

In Paris are pox holes,

And now he’s got France in his pants.

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WAR IS TRULY HELL

02/03/2024 💥💥Limerick Alert💥💥   Leave a comment

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If you didn’t already know this, limericks in their own way are historical documents. In the past I reprinted a selection of World War II era limericks but how could I possibly forget the interesting limericks created by some of our famous cowboy historians. I knew I would find some bawdy limericks about our western heritage as written by bored saloon patrons or from a few bored bar maidens, or even a select few university scholars like Ray Allen Billington (Limericks, Historical and Hysterical). Try these on for size.

While Sue lay supine ‘neath a willow,

She was screwed by a large armadillo,

And remarked to the same,

As both of them came,

That the next time he might bring a pillow. 

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When a lady returned from Big Moose,

Her husband exclaimed, “What the deuce,

I’m quite reconciled

To the call of the wild,

But where did you get the papoose?”

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An Indian, who claims we can trust her,

Insists she was raped by George Custer.

Despite what he planned,

His three-inch last stand,

Was all Colonel Custer could muster.

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Cowboys at the end of the Drive

Were so horny they scarce could survive.

So, the whores of Dodge City

Out of greed (not for pity)

Worked double shifts: from nine til five.

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WHO DOESN’T LOVE HISTORY?

01/25/2024 💥💥Limerick Alert💥💥   1 comment

I’m about to do something I promised myself I wouldn’t ever do. Today I’m going to post three truly lewd and disgusting limericks. This is to appease a small number of readers who’ve been begging and bugging me for months to print some filth. It’s not something I want to do but I will do it albeit with a slight twist. As you read these three limericks you may notice a large number of asterisks. It’s part of the twist for you to determine the missing letters. That’s the best I can do for all you pervs out there, so enjoy.

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There was an old man of Corfu

Who fed on c**t-juice and s**w.

When he couldn’t get that,

He ate what he shat –

And bloody good s**t he shat, too.

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There was a young man of Glengarridge,

The fruit of a scrofulous marriage.

He s***ed off his brother

And b***ed his mother,

And ate up his sister’s mis****iage.

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Said an elderly whore named Arlene,

“I prefer a young lad of eighteen.

There’s more cr**m in his larder,

And his p**ker gets h***der,

And he f**ks in a manner obscene.”

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01/15/2024 Love Letter from a Steeler Fan   2 comments

Who doesn’t love Buffalo?

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Well, it’s Sunday and the Steeler game has been canceled until Monday due to weather concerns. It’s a little annoying but not all that surprising for anyone who’s ever been in Buffalo during the winter. In my previous life as a regional manager for a national chain I was assigned stores in Buffalo and Niagara Falls. I swear to God that every time I made a trip there during the winter, I ended up getting snowed in and spending an extra day or two in order to give the citizens time to clean up the snow, open the roads, and allow me to fly the hell out of there. Buffalo is a nice town (sarcasm) but not a place I’d like to spend any extra time in. I’ve been to Niagara Falls and unfortunately if you’ve seen one waterfall you’ve seen them all. With that being said and since my day has been interrupted, I thought I’d get a little silly. Everyone seems to love the limericks I post so I offer you a few odd ball limericks today. These are tongue twister limericks written by a gentleman named Lou Brooks in 2009 in a book of the same name. Enjoy . . .

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Nosy Rose got closed in a closet of clothes,

The clothes closet closed on Rose’s red rosy nose,

She tweaked on her beak,

For over a week,

Rose’s nosy red nose now hangs close to her toes.

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Walt walked and talked on his wife’s walkie-talkie,

Walt’s wife’s walkie-talkie made Walt’s talky-talk squawky.

Wide awake while Walt walked,

Was what Walt was while he talked,

While Walt’s wife walked her way to Milwaukee.

Two of these should be sufficient. Trying to get a computer program to type these as I speak is ridiculous. Here’s a description of my day in a nutshell.

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MY DAY (so far)

cat in my lap

rain on my brain

binging on weirdness

tales of the grimm

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GO STEELERS

01/11/2024 💥💥The Limerick Returns💥💥   Leave a comment

As I was preparing this post, I decided midsentence to step away from poetry for a day or two and to return to one of my favorite things which are limericks. I have quite the collection of limericks of all types and unfortunately, I have hundreds that I really can’t post on this blog, no matter how much readers continue to request them. I’ve picked out a few random samples from different historical periods and I’ll post them over the next few weeks. Here is my history by limerick . . .

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World War II

A lady of doubtful nativity

Had an ass of extreme sensitivity.

She could sit on the lap

Of a Nazi or Jap,

And detect Fifth Column activity.

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Don’t dip your prick in a WAC

Don’t ride the breast of a WAVE.

Just sit in the sand

And do it by hand

And buy bonds with the money you save.

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There was a young lady from Beaman,

Who was known as a sexual demon.

“These soldiers,” said she,

“Mean nothing to me,

For what I really like is the semen.”

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A female Nazi from Bredo

Advances her sinister credo,

By displaying her charms

During air raid alarms,

Inflaming the warden’s libido.

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12/30/2023 “GOODBYE 2023”   Leave a comment

“Resolution in a bad cause is called stubbornness; stubbornness in a good cause is called resolution.”

Anonymous

Well, here I quietly sit trying to decompress from another Christmas season. I just completed my two and a half months’ worth of humor primarily to see if the response to the humor posts was as good or equal to my standard blogging techniques. The increase was minor which tells me many things but that will have to wait for another day. Just so you know, it would probably bore you to tears.

My plan going forward for 2024 is to do a few weeks of poetry. Some of you will enjoy that thoroughly and others will say “what the hell are you doing?” I get that poetry is not something everyone likes, and I understand that completely. I’ve tried to read as much poetry as I could over the years and truthfully the great majority of it was disappointing. It’s not that poetry isn’t interesting; it just wasn’t interesting to me. I’ve come to realize that my favorite poems are short, sweet, and something that forces the reader to use their imagination. That eventually led me to haikus. For me to enjoy poetry it has to be less than three stanzas long. Even that’s a little much for me that’s why I find haiku’s so interesting. So, I suppose January is going to consist of short and meaningful poetry taken from many famous poets, some of my own, and some of yours if you choose to offer it up to be posted. I’ll also throw in a host of limericks of all flavors just for fun. I hope you’ll enjoy what I’m trying to do here, maybe you will and maybe you won’t. 

But before we start January, I need to deal with some other business relating to 2024. That is my New Year’s resolutions. In the past I’ve usually listed ten and completed at most six or seven. I try to make them humorous because most people don’t take them all that serious anyway. This year I’ll list just five, maybe that will motivate me to complete a higher percentage. Here they are:

READ MORE THAN 100 BOOKS

TRY TO BE A LITTLE FRIENDLIER TOWARDS THE REST OF THE WORLD

KEEP DUNKIN’ EXPENDITURES TO LESS THAN $40.00 A MONTH

COMPLETE EIGHT PAINTINGS OR PRINTS

LEARN AT LEAST FOUR NEW CUSS WORDS FROM MY GRANDSONS

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“Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.”

Ben Franklin

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There you have it. Maybe I’ll accomplish them all for a change (chances are slim and none) but I’ll keep trying. It’s always fun to look back at previous years to confirm just how bad you are about being successful.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

12/28/2023 “Humor Countdown – 3 Days left”   Leave a comment

Quote of the Day

“Three may keep a Secret if two of them are dead.”

Benjamin Franklin

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Joke of the Day #1

The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about something exciting that would be related to the class the next day. When the time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher began calling on them one at a time. She was reluctant to call on Little Johnny, knowing that he sometimes could be a little crude. Eventually his turn came, and Little Johnny walked up to the front of the class and, with a piece of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, and then sat back down. Well, the teacher couldn’t figure out what Johnny had in mind for his report, so she asked him what that dot meant. “It’s a period,” reported Johnny. “Well, I can see that,” she said. “But what is so exciting about a period?” “Damned if I know,” said Johnny. “But this morning my sister said she missed one. Then my daddy had a heart attack, mommy fainted, and the man next door shot himself.”

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Limerick of the Day

There was a young lady, named Frances,

Who decided to better her chances,

By cleverly adding

Appropriate padding,

To enlarge her protuberances!

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Joke of the Day #2

News Flash: Today the world was stunned by the death of the Energizer Bunny. He was thirty six years old. Authorities believe that the death occurred at approximately 8:42 PM last evening. Best known as the irritating pink bunny that kept going, and going and going, “Pinkie” as he was known to his friends and family, was alone at the time of his death. An emergency autopsy was performed early this morning. Chief Medical Examiner, Dura Cell, concluded that the cause of death was acute cardiac arrest induced by sexual overstimulation. Apparently, someone put the bunny’s batteries in backwards and he kept coming, and coming, and coming . . .

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Wisdom of the Day

Much learning does not teach understanding.

12/25/2023 “X-mas Humor” – 6 Days left   Leave a comment

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Quote of the Day

Christmas is the season of giving.

“A gift is pure when it is given from the heart to the right

person at the right time and at the right place, and when

we expect nothing in return.”

Bhagavad Gita

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Joke of the Day #1

Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates. “In honor of this holy season,” Saint Peter said, “You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.” The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. “It represents a candle”, he said. “Very well, you may pass through the pearly gates,” Saint Peter said. The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, “They’re bells.” Saint Peter said, “You may also pass through the pearly gates.” The third man started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women’s panties. St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, “And just what do those symbolize?” The man replied, “These are Carol’s.”

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Limerick of the Day

Old Santa had such a lovely beard,

Who once said, “It is just as I feared!

Two owls and a hen,

Four larks and a wren,

Have all built their nests in my beard!”

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Joke of the Day #2

One Christmas Eve, Santa was under a lot of stress. He and Mrs. Claus had just had a fight, it was nearly time to leave, and his sleigh wasn’t loaded, and the elves were talking about going on strike. Then an angel walked into his office and asked, “Hey, Santa, what do you want me to do with this Christmas tree?” And so was born the tradition of there being an angel on top of the Christmas tree.

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Wisdom of the Day

Charity knows neither race nor creed.