Feel Better:Complain About Anything

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Tree Troll Twister
A three-toed tree trolltried to trap a leaping leprechaunwith a black claw bear paw trap.But he stubbed toe three in the trap in the tree,Snip snap toe three was gone.The two-toed tree trolltried to trap a laughing leprechaunwith a black claw bear paw trap.But soon he'd forget where the trap had been set,Snip snap toe two was gone.The one-toed tree trolltried to trap a sleepy leprechaunwith a black claw bear paw trap.“Go to bed,” he said, “while you still have your head,”Snip snap now all are gone.

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Lake Breaking News
Lake Breaking NewsEarly this morning, there was a robberyA turtle mugged a snail down by the pondThe shell the turtle jacked, was off the poor snail's backand when he turned around, the thief was goneHe went down to the station, after much deliberationAnd told the cops his story at last.With such a keen depiction, they asked for a descriptionBut, the snail said it happened much to fast 
Poetry Biscuit
I am the enchanted poetry biscuitNo gravy, no butter, I look so blandStaring at the fridge, will you risk it?Sweep me away in your hot hands!I’m so much more than last night’s pizza pieCome on now, I dare you, take a biteA radiant magic awaits insideTo quench the burn; set your soul arightWhether you nuke me, boil me, or bake me,I’ll satisfy your cravings the sameAnd like life, I’m as good as you make meLet the flour and baking soda set you aflame!
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wow I suffed that post up
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what da Eff went wrong,,tried to edit the font to much as html

lets av anova go
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Pen Gwen
Her name was Gwenand she was a poetbut Gwen was a penguin so Gwen couldn’t show itGwen couldn’t pen things no hands on her wings She was no pen Gwenthe poet penguin
A Racy Poem so Watch Out
My thumbs ran off today.I knew they were in loveAnd I suspected they might be compelled to be alone, together.However….It makes opening cans rather tough.Turning the key in the ignition is nigh onto impossible.I had trouble picking up my fork for my eggs.But do they care?Heavens no.They are selfishly in love, those two.Gone away on a clandestine holiday.Thank goodness I have an I-phone instead of a rotary one.I do not even have to use my thumbs to hold it down while I dial.They are in the next room, moaning and stuff. Like newlyweds do. I hate to disturb them,So here I sit, twiddling nothing.
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the bear
there once was a bearwho lived in belair he owned a red henwho made eggs for his kinthen one time like most bears dothe bear got hungery and ate the red hen and her last eggs of tenwith a gulp and a swallow down went the hen but wait..now there was no hen to lay eggs for his kin.
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On the Ning Nang Nongby Spike Milligan
Within ‘On the Ning Nang Nong’ the speaker uses nonsense language to describe a make-believe world made up primarily of noises. The poem begins with the speaker giving the reader a few very strange lines about a place called “The Ning Nang Nong.” There is a great emphasis placed on onomatopoeic language. Within almost every line there is an exclamation of sorts that is meant to surprise and please the reader.
As the poem progresses the speaker tells the reader about the noises made by trees, teapots and mice. The poem concludes with a recognition that the imagined land described in the text is “noisy.”

The People Upstairs by Ogden Nash
Using a variety of literary techniques common in children’s poetry, ‘The People Upstairs’ is a humorous depiction of how one’s actions can have an impact on someone else. The upstairs neighbours in this poem have parties that sound as though there’s a bowling alley in their living room. Or that there are tours going on in the bedroom. It’s constantly noisy, their bathroom leaks through the speaker’s ceiling.
The poem concludes with the funny line, alluding to the trouble the speaker is having loving those who disrupt their lives so constantly.

and the must have

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