Ima Ryma Poems

It's bad enough I'm stuck in here,
A forced exhibit on display.
There's no respect 'cause there's no fear,
Like I'd get out in the wild way.
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My horse is spooked and throws me down,
Then gallops off into the night.
It's way too far to walk to town.
I need some shelter till day light.
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Things were pretty much all the same,
Eat, sleep and other body stuff.
But then, this here big bad truck came,
Loaded me and hauled my fat duff,
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Wild Bill Hickok went on a break
From Deadwood law and order flair.
He anteed up a poker stake,
Taking the only empty chair,
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I was in my crib, fast asleep,
When a twister tore through the place,
Like a big broom making a sweep.
It swept my crib out of its place,
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We must no longer tolerate
Such an icon so incorrect.
There's being grossly overweight.
Labor practices go unchecked.
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Telemarketers always call
When I'm expecting someone else.
My expectations quickly fall,
And my tolerance level melts.
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Edgar Allen Poe was in fact,
Briefly, a cadet at West Point.
The parade dress rule was exact -
A rifle over shoulder joint,
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I raised my children all alone.
When they were bad, I spanked them good;
And told them that when they were grown
I hoped they'd act as people should.
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For all my life I loved the stage.
Acting was in my flesh and bone.
When at last I died of old age,
I would not leave the itch alone.
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