Ima Ryma Poems

I'm a gal with a knowing nose
For sniffing out best for eating.
During the day I like to doze.
I'm a lady of the eve'ning.
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You can call me a Petri dish,
Named for a guy who thought me up.
Bacteria watch was his wish -
So me, a flattened see through cup.
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We call it Memorial Day.
Living pay tribute to the dead.
Toward the end of each month of May.
At the gravesites, as life was shed
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A bear like me has super smell.
My sniff leads me to where to dig.
Even under snow, I can tell
If I should undertake the gig.
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How high can a bumblebee fly?
Nosy humans had to inquire.
So with a net, they grabbed me. Why?
To experiment, to my ire.
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Mike is visiting his Granddad.
His Mom dropped him off for the day.
After a while asks the young lad,
'Grandpa, do you know what frogs say? '
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I get older, time's running out
For the young waste of time to find
That this love is the one, no doubt.
I have such remorse on my mind.
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'Mom, let me come back in the pouch.'
'I know you said you needed space.'
'But that's no cause to be a grouch -'
'Make me a DCFS case.'
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I am with the rest of my crew,
Playing the news named knock out game.
Who will play with me - maybe you.
What's a little mayhem and maim!
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What is greatness in time and place?
Greatness in past times was for will
To conquering the human race,
Sometimes by luck, sometimes by skill.
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