Ima Ryma Poems

I watch the kids squirming around,
And the dog is jumping about.
My yogurt cup is halfway downed,
When the spoon decides to fall out.
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Pop N Fresh, may you rest in peace.
We can't believe that you are gone.
Sure, there were those palms you did grease,
To turnover dough, then rise on
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Don't you dare come in this room.
You're in my home illegally.
That damn ex sent you I assume.
My child in here is safe with me.
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It's bad enough I'm stuck in here,
A forced exhibit on display.
There's no respect 'cause there's no fear,
Like I'd get out in the wild way.
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My horse is spooked and throws me down,
Then gallops off into the night.
It's way too far to walk to town.
I need some shelter till day light.
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Things were pretty much all the same,
Eat, sleep and other body stuff.
But then, this here big bad truck came,
Loaded me and hauled my fat duff,
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Wild Bill Hickok went on a break
From Deadwood law and order flair.
He anteed up a poker stake,
Taking the only empty chair,
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I was in my crib, fast asleep,
When a twister tore through the place,
Like a big broom making a sweep.
It swept my crib out of its place,
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We must no longer tolerate
Such an icon so incorrect.
There's being grossly overweight.
Labor practices go unchecked.
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Telemarketers always call
When I'm expecting someone else.
My expectations quickly fall,
And my tolerance level melts.
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