His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III Poems

Iz you a queer?
I'd bet a beer
You'd poke the sphere
Of a full grown steer
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Quiet on the home front
Parties at war exhausted
Their pens dripping venom
Of Scoundrel
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However you like
Whomever you choose
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Hippy Dippy Do
The rat ate lunch without you
Bad Tipper you are
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His Homeynence observes (with great delight)
the peace negotiations between the warring parties:

He empirically believes
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Ambivalence
Smarty-pants
Walk the fence
Watch the ants
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Peck
err
head
wish
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His Homeynence is a liar
He does not desire
Right now to retire
On orders from higher
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Submit a new poem
The link said to me
So I sat down to write
To be, see or plea
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His Homeynence
Allows no day
Frittered away
Without…To say
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