BEAUTY
Naked in repose
Silvery silhouette girls
Adorn my mudflaps


REMORSE
A painful sadness
Can't fit big screen TV through
Double-wide's front door


OPTIONS
Unemployment's out.
Hey, maybe I can get on
Disability


BLAZE
Distant siren screams
Dumb-*** Verne's been playing with
Gasoline again


A NEW MOON
Flashlights pierce darkness
No nightcrawlers to be found
Guess we'll gig some frogs


EXUBERANCE
Joyous, playful, bright
Trailer park girl rolls in puddle
Of old motor oil


ALONE
Seeking solitude
Carl's ex-wife Tammy files for
Restraining order


DESIRE
Damn, in that tube-top
You make me almost forget
you are my cousin


OFFERINGS
Tonight we hunger
Grandma sent grocery money
To Jimmy Swaggert


DRAMA
Set the VCR
Dukes of Hazzard Marathon
At 9 O'Clock


DEPRIVED
In WalMart toy aisle
Wailing boy wants 'rassling doll
Mama whups his ***


NO SIGNAL
White noise, buzzing static
Call Earl; satellite dish
needs new descrambler


IMPOUNDED
Sixty-five dollars
And cyclone fence keeps me from
My El Camino


GATHERING
In early morning mist
Mama searches Circle K for
Moon Pies and Red Man


PRIDE
Grinning, he displays
The nine hundred beer cans
Filling pickup bed


PHILOSOPHY
Lovely evening sight
Full moonshine reflected in
A jug of moonshine

 

boy, dat ain't right.

anybody nose 900 beer cans won't fit in a pickup bed.

you gots to squish'em.

 

Isn't that the cute little Asian singer??

 

It's Japanese poetry in 17 syllables.

BeastRider's post is actually well written.

The syllable format is, (5 - 7 - 5)

My proper response to him should have been:

LIAR
anybody nose (5)
900 beer cans will not (7)
fit in a pickup (5)

 

Raoul, does your knowledge know any bounds??

 

LOL, you wouldn't say that if you saw me on a Friday night trying to unscrew a cap off a Corona (and you knew I drank them all the time)

 

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up, at the Malamute saloon, the kid that handled the music box was playing a jagtime tune, while back of the bar - in a solo game, sat dangerous Dan Mc Grew and watching his luck was his light of love - the lady that's known as Lou.

When out of the night - that was 50 below, and into the din and the glare, there stumbled a miner - fresh from the creeks - dog dirty and loaded for bear. He looked like a man, with a foot in the grave, and scarecly the strength of a louse, yet, he tilted a "poke" of dust on the bar - and called for drinks - for the house.

NAME THAT POEM - AND - the next line

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There once was a man from Nantucket............

 

There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue

'The Shooting Of Dan McGrew"

 

RAOUL - I thunked it might be you.

Yet we drank his health and the last to drink - was Dangerous Dan Mcgrew.

Memorized this & and Sam Mcgee years ago - still 2 of my best liked.

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