Poem Archive

Indians Like Hot Food

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Who the heck set you alight?
Fi-ery from tail to snout
Will someone put that darned cat out?

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It’s Her Bent

Elana Banana was rotting in jail
“Appealing is fruitless,” she thought with a wail
Thick-skinned kleptomaniac – this is my fate
As hard as I try I just cannot go straight

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