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Humor In Poetry workshop

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Lady Knight, Knights of Chivalry
Soul passion, her creation, her discernment
her inherent talent, arts and technology
She strived to attain knowledge from the Internet.

During her virtual interaction she met a feminist scientist
name Samantha.

Then Lady Knight resigned from Chivalry
Burnt her bra in a fit of revelry
and spent her talent chasing the science
of pendulum swing and the associated relevance

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Ladies' Talks (Humour in Poetry WS) Ex. 3

As being sandwiched
in everyday's chores,
silly kid's issues, and the dirty floors,
I switched off my hubby, and answered the T.V,
ironed the food, and cooked the A/C.

The fridge smiled and hubby too. :))

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The original

Before being sandwiched
in every day's mundane chores,
those frivolous issues, and some more,
I come to read you,

I smile

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Carrie and Wes for the humor workshop

Sly Hemlock Shomes
Had an obsession with hair
The loss of his favorite combs
Was far too much to bare.

In his despair, he couldn't find
Any of his checkered hats,
So he threw on one of his cats
And began to tear apart his lair

From here to there
Hemlock looked about.
He became so frustrated
That he started to shout.

The cat got scared,
Pulled out his hair
And left him dandy bald
With still no hats to wear.

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Homeplace/Homer's Place (humor shop exercise 3)

Homeplace (original)

I came upon a house today
though most of it had gone away
and left behind its mossy bones
of listing piers and cracked hearthstones

So I took a pause for pondering
in midst of random woodland wandering
to think of those who once lived there
where none go now but deer and hare.

My gaze took in a lonesome hollow
and found that it was bound to follow
up its course to a clear spring
which issued from a small stone ring

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Let me tell you 'bout Mr. Face,
who dwells in the luxurious space.
He hasn't an eye, an ear, nor hair,
and lives though never breathed the air.

He's good friends in a very huge amount,
these are so many than any could count.
Because friendship is all that he'd care,
he'd travel to almost everywhere.

He lives on the thoughts yet he's anencephalic,
and always known for being abibliphobic.
along with him everyone would surf,
and yet he would never lose a nerve.

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original

I sit with him because he has no family
No-one should ever have to die alone
I hold his hand, perhaps to comfort me
He searches for his own direction Home

Both wife and children left this world before him
He stayed around for years with loved ones gone
and felt the bars of livings’ harsher prison
in what to him, each day, seemed like an aeon

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Gran and Pop (exercise 2, humour in poetry)

Josephine-Ellen-May Tyler-Melrose
(That’s Bobby and Sally-Anne's Gran)
has hairs on her chin, a wart on her nose
and a deep voice that sounds like a man.

But their Gran can fix anything broken, it seems.
(The kids secretly think she is magic).
And when she smiles, her face grows sunbeams
and she somehow turns comic from tragic.

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Dr.No (for humor WS)

Fairy Tales ain't my cup of tea
Chrys n Anne why can't you see
If a tumble I take in your shop
you'll need to gimme a little prop

I will mess up Jack with Jay kill
and Hyde him from the devil
till Alice sleeps well at her home
to wake up in Sherlock's Holm

Laurel hardly stirred my muse
Hardy always made me confuse
by the time if ever I got it right
humor was lost in my plight

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Jack and Jill fairytale (humor in poem ws)

Jack and Jill walked up the hill to fetch a pail of water. It was days later before they were seen again. The three little pigs awaited their pails of water grunting and grunting watching the hills for Jack and Jill to fill their troughs with water.

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ONE WINDY DAY (humor in poetry shop)

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
while suffering badly with gas
hoping that it would muffle the buffer
whenever she let the gas pass.

Just as she started to strain
the bad wolf happened by
so she clamped down on her gastric pain
then turned up her eyes to the sky.

The hungry wolf caught her right up
and headed toward home
saying he'd have her over to sup
(and this ain't the end of this tome)

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