New dell, noodle
Along the alpaca plank road
Bedraggled the horn swaddled bucking buckaroo
On the side of your bucking head,
I culled the brouhaha
Before and aft
I am iron, I am steel,
I am the lord of woe and weal,
The opulent grave digger
Heated his mortuary
I make a mean poke salad
With dry moss scraped from
The morning is the music
And the music is a wedgies
Sprig dull witted boy
Slapped silly by the
This time….
A contest entry
- Insane Tributes to Favorite Teachers... Build a tribute poem by stealing lines from your own poetry... by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 21, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Mrs. Schlumpnaggle-Jones, must of been one heck of a twisted teacher to be deserving of such a wierd, wonderful & wacky tribute.. LUCKY LADY!
laurie
If I taught you how to tie shoe laces made out of cooked spaghetti without breaking them so you can reuse them later for dinner, would you ever consider
writing me such a tribute?
probably not everyone already knows how to do that laurie.
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Much better than most poems you see on this site...
How refreshing to start the day (the sun is not yet risen,) with a poem that is so random, you laugh at its brilliance.
I am iron, I am steel,
I am the lord of woe and weal,
The opulent grave digger
Heated his mortuary
I make a mean poke salad
With dry moss scraped from
The morning is the music
And the music is a wedgies
I especially enjoy this part of your poem and am laughing AGAIN!
Was this fun? I think so!
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