Trevor McLeod Poems

Where farts rose quickly on the internet
people went clicking
People more drickling
People were rickly
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Where the poet died
while writing what,
His hand gone by
for what he thought
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If the outside ever met the inside
I'd have to bless my luck
And wonder where the others saw
the back of what I gawk
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Funny for the food that falls
Funny for the laughter
Funny for the mood that calls
waffling ever after
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I've often thought of hitting bottom
and wondered what it was to wait
And worried that I'd never see
the man I was till late
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I wrote to write something light
for humor and all that's right
And opened myself to fright
for all the love and might
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There's nothing on the inside
my wife's been soren to call
Or something on the outside
my doctor's warn to all
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Britches to shirt tails
in pigtails not pony.
She's Pippi the Longstocking,
her legs long and bony.
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You'll put up a statue
and say I'm a poet
When all of you worship
what I'll never know it
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I hate him
He angers me
I wish he'd die as quick
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