Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
Oh, wash-woman,
Arms elbow-deep in white suds,
Soul washed clean,
Clothes washed clean,—
I have many songs to sing you
Could I but find the words.
Was it four o'clock or six o'clock on a winter afternoon,
I saw you wringing out the last shirt in Miss White
Lady's kitchen? Was it four o'clock or six o'clock?
I don't remember.
But I know, at seven one spring morning you were on Vermont Street with a bundle in your arms going to wash clothes.
And I know I've seen you in a New York subway train in the late afternoon coming home from washing clothes.
Yes, I know you, wash-woman.
I know how you send your children to school, and high-school, and even college.
I know how you work and help your man when times are hard.
I know how you build your house up from the wash-tub and call it home.
And how you raise your churches from white suds for the service of the Holy...
member poem of the day
These are Trump poems, epigrams and puns that I have written while calling myself "The Loyal Opposition"...
The Ex-Prez Sex
by Michael R. Burch
The prez should be above the law, he sez,
even though he’s no longer prez.
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Jim Crow Pie
by Michael R. Burch
There onst wus a prez who et crow,
which is sorta like blackbird, yuh know,
but bein’ a racist
an’ surely the basest,
he basted the beast with white dough!
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PAC Man I
by Michael R. Burch
The Donald’s uniquely refined,
for, when threatened with being confined,
as the hammer comes down,
his PAC’s noses (brown)
emerge, and he’s praised, wined and dined.
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PAC Man II
by Michael R. Burch
The Donald’s unquely refined,
for, although he’s been frequently fined,
he will say, “I don’t mind,
because, as you’ll find,
