Robert Edgar Burns Poems

If you're not a teenage ninja,
You've heard of Atilla The Hun.
But let's cut him from this story.
Today Magilla is the one.
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I hope I'm not speaking out of turn
For some secrets will be revealed.
My subject will be attraction.
It's the beginning of appeal.
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My cheeks are wet.
My eyes are red.
And I have not
Even been to bed.
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While traveling south on the Tamiami Trail
Toward the River Of Grass we call swamp,
Near the Homestead line on a Saturday night,
Our hot engine had started to fail.
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Today I entered my time machine to see what I could see.
For the other side of the mountain held no appeal for me.
I oiled the springs and hinges and charged the battery too.
I needed an adventure to cheer me, as I was feeling blue.
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Did you ever dub a U?
I doubt it sir, just look at ye.
With those three eyes how do you see?
Do you see one and a half views of me.?
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One good turn deserves another,
But stay on your side of the street.
Be sure to follow the arrows.
It's the pointy end directing me.
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I came upon a merging of two rivers.
The path to take was perplexing me.
To take the Jordan or Euphrates?
Both of them hold mystery you see.
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I went out into my front yard
To bring in the garbage can.
My neighbors cans were all empty,
Mine was full, on it's side right then.
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Hear ye, hear ye, buzz buzz buzz.
If you have antennae, or a little fuzz.
Flap your wings, and come to my dance,
Let's start a little ugly bug romance.
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