Michael Shepherd

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! The First Poem By The First Poet

i'm intrigued by the ur-poem
by allan j saywell
entitled grunt
which is
the first poem
by the first poet:
grunt

how do we know he was a poet
saywell he say so
but think about how
it happened

one day Grunt
for that was his name
listened
to himself saying grunt
and thought
that's quite a nice sound
if I say it carefully
it's got a sorta music to it

so he spent the rest of the day
giving it a swing
and a ring
and a dingadingding

his First Lady
(Laura)
liked it and smiled
and said
Grunty dear
although as a man
you're gorilla-dust and
although you still walk like a bush
that's music to my big ears
poets sure know
how to please a girl
and she gave him a big wet lippy kiss

the rest is pre-history

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Poem Edited: Friday, October 5, 2007

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Comments about ! The First Poem By The First Poet by Michael Shepherd

  • Sue Ann Simar (12/28/2008 6:59:00 AM)

    this had its moments, mostly smiling

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  • Yen Cress (10/24/2007 11:50:00 AM)

    Great sense of humor! Thanks to a definitely-non-cave-man poet for the chuckle!

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  • Max Reif (11/8/2005 8:07:00 AM)

    'walk like a bush', that's nice. No pun, either (I hope) . Yeah, probably the way it happened.

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  • Mary Nagy (11/8/2005 6:15:00 AM)

    Very funny Michael. Nice spin off Allans. :) Sincerely, Mary

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  • A. B. (11/8/2005 5:18:00 AM)

    Michael.....this is another one of your finest poems. :)

    Peace

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