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Reece Kaye Poems
Miss UniqueVerse,2006 (A poetic beauty p...
From a rather hectic night before The judges, a little to wear for worse Sat grudgingly to pontificate On this year’s new Miss UniqueVerse.
Number ten in the Toadstool charts, cos ...
I’m gonna get my friends to act I’ll do it by my telepathy Ill send them all to Poemhunter And click on my biography
Tips For A Woman's Safety And Survival (...
Women, women, women. The enigma of our lives. So much more understandable Before you were our wives.
Cherubic chunks and the cold light of da...
The Angels won’t be here today They’ve been disowned by every nation For contaminating, the mountain streams With the dregs from their colonic irrigation
Valentine’s view of a British Soap Opera
Ah love sweet love Make me, not frown And all will be thy pleasure’s fill It’s forward and back, not up and down
Poor Taste Poetry (Not for the easily of...
My wife’s like a house, she’s so fukin’ big With her Bulemia/Alzheimer’s trick. She eats and eats like a fukin’ pig But forgets to be fukin’ sick.
The tattooed Moon reflecting Neath the shimmering downy veil Soft rhythmic undulations Held in check
Looking for Hot Stuff baby this evening?
By day he was a plumber, a regular one of the boys, But by night he ran Ladies Parties, selling fantasy sex-toys. And when a plumbing he did go, the ladies liked his tools for sure Which explains all his discount rates, when being paid behind the door.
As the last word formed On the lachrymal page From the hiss of the nib Came the last of her rage
Can you tell the boys I won’t be there I won’t be playing Any more
How often in the mirror Do we find time to reflect? Though mirrors, metaphorical Show us what, we least expect.
A poultry affair at the fair.
Them farm girls at t’market All laughed at moi hair Thems said it was sad, like a mullet Oi said “It’ll look better,
“Yeah, but can you do sad? ” she scoffed. Sh*t, sure I can I can do sad
'Mr Blobby goes to market! By William Wo...
and lo, there by the golden halo purple dapples all around off to town to spend his payload Mr Blobby trod the ground
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Miss UniqueVerse,2006 (A poetic beauty pageant in the mix)
From a rather hectic night before
The judges, a little to wear for worse
Sat grudgingly to pontificate
On this year’s new Miss UniqueVerse.
The greatest female talents
In all WordsWomanship
Were led on by the Geminis
(Some say, joined at the hip!)
They’d tried to win by feminine wiles
(Explains why their hair was such a mess)
The Cummings and goings and toings and froings
To claim their Ezra Pound of flesh.
One asked to be excused,
and said she needed to go
In dire need of an Ogden Nash
upon the Edgar Allan Poe.
Another couldn’t ...