You’re nervous when you look upon
Her soft, humid curves.
You want nothing more than to
Give all that she deserves
And even as your fingers shake
When you touch her humid walls
The warmth deeper within her
To all your instinct calls.
Trembling, you go inside
And hear her many sounds
As wave and wave again
Against her body pounds.
You know whatever happens
You must not be seen…
Some of you thought of your girlfriend,
But this poem’s about a submarine.
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The colored leaves of Autumn
Were sweet, naïve, and tame
But all of that changed
When the leaf blower came…
They shuddered and whispered
And were blown like a flag,
Then they wiped themselves off
With the maple leaf rag.
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You ask about plumbers,
Bankers, musicians,
Comedians, Atheists,
Boxers, physicians.
You ask how many
Of each it would take
To screw in a lightbulb
For goodness sake!
You look for an answer
And I have one for you;
For each subgroup listed
You only need two.
How many it takes
Isn’t the question to say.
You ask how do you fit two people
In a lightbulb anyway?
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