Ten poetic groaners for your pleasure ... a bit of dubious humor, according to your taste.
|In battle the warrior was fearsome.
Of him his enemies were scared; of them
he had disdain, although he did fear some.
The dealer called the ornate box baroque.
While the lady examined it, it fell
to the floor, smashing to pieces. It broke!
Medieval soldiers fought with a pike.
In between battles, they used it to fish.
They couldn’t spear bream but ate many a pike.
The family went to soak up some sun
at the beach. The daughter stayed in the shade.
The boy played in the sand … was a hot son!
He drove his Odyssey to view Van Gogh
paintings at the museum. Later he
bought gas in order to make his van go.
May and Barron married in early May.
When asked if they soon wanted a baby,
they said Nature will decide, come what may.
While hiking the girl encountered a bear,
the sight of which was more than she could bear.
The bear was startled since the girl was bare.
The boy had three fruits, two plums and a pear.
With his lunch for dessert he ate one plum;
of pieces of fruit he now had a pair.
Seeing the herd, he said, “They’re good bison!”
He traveled the West with his girl and boy.
As they parted ways, he said, “Good-bye, son!”
The pitcher wound up and threw a fast ball.
The hometown hero took a mighty swing.
“Strike three!” This made many hometown fans bawl.
(Poetic format: ten stanzas, ten syllables per line)
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