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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Funny for the food that falls
Funny for the laughter
Funny for the mood that calls
waffling ever after
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Goodness comes from giving
Happiness by doing
Friendship through a miracle
and love without pursuing
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Me myself and I
were talking to myselve's
when we asked us a question
and they were not themselves.
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It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.

As I opened my eyes in a stink I stunk
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You're an ugly face
with craving skin
I can't wait long to kiss.
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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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