George Hunter Poems

George the porge
Cookies and creme
Hugged the girls
Until they’d scream
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Good-bye cruel world
I think I’ll pull the trigger
Cause my problems here
Are just getting bigger, bigger.
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Reason is the foe
Of all major religions
Thinking not allowed.
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Miss Glory, a lady from Niger
Ate radioactive braunschweiger.
We all made a bet
On how much she did get.
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Lady wants to
Kiss a rose?
What do I care?
It’s her affair.
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As I was making supper
The other day
I hummed a tune
Called Mandalay.
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Beer, beer, musical fruit,
It makes your pants go toodley toot.
No, No!
I've got that awfully wrong
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George Effing Hunter
Is my name
And poetry (?) is my game.
Some of the times
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Wyatt the Earp
He makes me burp.
‘Cause he was the best
Way out in the West.
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Hidey Hi, Hidey Ho!
I need to go to the grocery sto.
To get some food for my old hound dog
He eats like a poor starved Hampshire hog.
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