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National Poetry Month

04/30/19: Did You Hear the One About the President Whose Car Broke Down on a Lonely Country Road?

April 30, 2019April 30, 2019 iambanapestagriculture, charm, daughters, dung, farm, farmers, farming, jokes, limerick, my admiration is as ever couched in scorn, National Poetry Month, poem, poetry, sluts, sod huts, taciturn, tariffs, traveling salesman, TrumpLeave a comment

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04/29/19: Woke Up This Morning, Got Myself a Memory Foam Donut Pillow

April 29, 2019April 29, 2019 iambanapestbody, eloquence, hemorrhoids, hunching, language, limerick, manspreading, National Poetry Month, perching, piles, poem, poetry, sitting, The Sopranos, theme song, Tony Soprano, TrumpLeave a comment

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04/28/19: Divinity—It Isn’t Just Hillbilly Fudge

April 28, 2019 iambanapestclinging, divinity, elites, eschewing, God, Green Bay, id, limerick, National Poetry Month, peccadillo, pillow, poem, poetry, rally, soiled, teats, theology, Trump, viciousness, WisconsinLeave a comment

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04/27/19: O Youth! O Vibrancy! Oh, Why Can’t I Go Through the Buffet Line in My Golf Cart?

April 27, 2019April 27, 2019 iambanapestbeauty, Diet Coke, divan, flan, flesh, gals, golf cart, Joe Biden, limerick, musculature, National Poetry Month, poem, poetry, poly-bagging, Ponce de León, sweet can, Trump, vibrancy, vibrant, Whoppers, young, youthLeave a comment

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04/26/19: Let My Love Open the Door to the Orthopedics Ward

April 26, 2019April 26, 2019 iambanapestgaslight, gaslighting, hair-pulling, limerick, love, National Poetry Month, noogies, poem, poetry, pork, question, shattered kneecaps, slaps, stupid, Trump, twine, wineLeave a comment

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04/25/19: You’re Asking for Whom the Bell Tolls? What Bell? You Don’t Get Any Fucking Bell.

April 25, 2019April 25, 2019 iambanapestbox spring, clod, corpse stripping, cruddy, death, diminish, for whom the bell tolls, health care, John Donne, limerick, Meditation 17, Meditation XVII, National Poetry Month, poem, poetry, putrefaction, remains, stains, TrumpLeave a comment

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04/24/19: Why Is Everybody Always Pickin’ on Me?

April 24, 2019 iambanapestdemocracy, I'm fucked, justice, limerick, literacy envy, National Poetry Month, obstruction, poem, poetry, reading, subtext, sucks, Trump, tweetstorm, TwitterLeave a comment

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