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Slapping Poems - Poems about Slapping


Premium Member Dining With Dysfunction
Mother asked her big brother to pass the sugar; big brother ruined it by splashing on liquor; father rued spilt liquor by throwing his jigger that hit sister who lit an elbow hard slammer straight into the hand of their rare guest and butcher; butcher stood to secure a full-face slap on her; slap missed, striking their napping, fat cat to...

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Categories: slapping, cat, conflict, dog, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member There's a Bloke In This Cafe Slapping His Face
he's been there doing that for about twenty minutes it's both palms on both face pastries he was here the other day laptop in front of him bopping and biffing like in a boat race chronic stress? enervation? or giving the epidermis something to think about sod retinoids and clarins maybe the brain is fusty needs a few yawns too like the sound of...

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Categories: slapping, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse



I Knock At the Door
Welcome signs spreads dah floor_ And here I stand just before. There’s Happy people inside therein_ It's soon to open_ don't know when. Peeping through dah peephole waving to dah crowd_ doing my best_ not ta get loud. I keep-a ringing dah doorbell_ could give a shout er yell; darn things' a'working_ as far as I give tell. Welcome signs spreads dah floor_ And here I stand...

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Categories: slapping, drink, fun, funny, giggle,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Slapping Eight People At Once
If I was an octopus I could slap eight people at once Whatta creative mind I have, just realized it last month Might partly be my diet More people should try it Might lose friends but think of how peaceful you'd become...

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Categories: slapping, funny,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Slapping the Witch At Midnight
it loves me it loves me not this ball of id and fiery snot bleet bleet bleet the runt of life this shallow sheep stomping Gossomer mice. Eating shadows keeping score a sagging Teet a dripping bore. The game is up, the pinball tilts this tired game of slag and silt. It loves me It loves me not this ball of id and fiery snot....

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Categories: slapping, children, me,
Form: Free verse



Slapping the Free Press's Face On First Lady's Day
Red thier Hips, Taxsation without representation, Invited for dinner, How dare you, remenber for her children, daughter outlaw in west, Ride them cowboys ride, deep is their voice The rangers ride high and fast Ten commanments out of the courtroom no prayer the babies cries in 1965, Mothers transference in the mirror once again, remenber mothers...

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Categories: slapping, introspection, prayer,
Form: Ballad

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