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Take Shel Silverstein, Easter eggs, cynicism and wrap them all up in a twisted sense of humor warped by too many meds and this is what you get ...
Nope, it doesn't fit any of A,B,C or D but then again, I never was one for following rules. It is the right length though.
Stand back ... I think I'm about to be damned!
Written April 3rd, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- April one winklings fun contest (No. 8) by Andantino.
360 points, ended April 14, 2006, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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truly unruly
Oh! You are unruly! But, I like it. Ron
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I think I will stay about 30 ft away from you! Who knows when that lightning bolt is gonna strike!
There is something really twisted about this, but you know it is hard not to laugh. I could see a child with their literal mind tking that all very seriously the body and blood thing.
I have to say the Parrot stanza is my favorite, that is the most Silverstein-esque!
Bravo to you!
Susan -
ohhh my!!! This dances off the tongue in merryment! I have visions of a huge pot over a bon fire and little ones holding hands dancing in a circle around it. The graphic is perfect! Now.. my mind wanders on this one. As I see the younger sibling looking with trusting eyes at the older not knowing of her demise. Or the little one looking to the older, "an we get to eat grandpa too?"
Meds? Uh huh,,,,sure blame it on the meds! LOL!! A twisted Silverstien with an undercurrent of a demented Suess! I see the look of horror on the Easter bunny when he comes to this house! Hopping away as fast as he can yelling "Flopsy, Mopsy, Peter, go back! Go back! Cover your eyes, hop away hop away, run for your lives!"
~Michelle~
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Poetry to warm the globe by!
Very fun read (on as well as between the lines) and a nice place to leave a clapping applause character. Yet by the time he had turned 43, volatile organic compounds were becoming a nuisance and OSHA, as well as the EPA, were taking stauncher stands on reducing the number of voc's emitted into the atmosphere. I'm glad you took the time to write it and that you shared it with us. As global warming theories lost favor with the scientific community, the diligent governmental enforcement agencies redoubled their efforts to promote stricter standards on their emission. There'nothing like dining on fricasseed bunions, garnished in butter with garlic and onions. Dissapter matrix complex decoupling cyber network drive, Easter Bunny N-12, over and out. -
... any chance for some jam with that bunion?
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Oh, so when you said you wanted me for dinner - you really wanted me for dinner - you friggin cannibal you
Put that fork down now!!! Ok you can nibble on this bunion if you like ..stick a piece of parsley in between my toes 
Thanks for the grins Jane - loved it!
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You were about to have some eyeball garnish..lol. Just what I needed to read before my first cup. Thanks for the grins.
Sincerely,
Leo Long -
Keep an eye out for this one
Glorious foolish comical poetry of the highest order,But don't take any notice of what i have said I am as crazy as you. This really did tickle my fancy I love humour in poetic form and this was it Well done. Good luck in the contest -
That would be my family... don't forget turkey and ham
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Got any family? ... bring 'em along. We can always use some more vegetables, fruits and nuts.
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heheheheheheh.... yer makin me hungry
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For those who like it a bit clearer.. and to make it easier for me to edit.
EASTER REUNION
Please tickle me pinkish and tickle me glad
and pickle me mummy and preserve my dad.
My brother ? -- just whisk him all up with a beater
to help keep the shelf of the fridge a bit neater.
My dog has a seat in a warm fork-split bun
My cat sups in bottles supposed not to run.
My parrot’s been roasted
diced, sliced thin then toasted
and garnished with gerbil tail hash -
so please seat yourself
at our table of wealth
and join in our Easter food bash.
Scoop up some spoonfuls of grandmamma stew
and throw on some croutons of grandpappy too.
Then when we’re full from our family reunion
we’ll stop off at church for some holy communion
for, better than mints or those pieces by Reeses,
are wafers and wine from my father dear, Jesus.
Edited on Apr 03, 10:04 because ''.
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