"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

Archive for July, 2014

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“My Can of Whoop-Ass!”

"My Can of Whop-Ass!"

I keep it in my cupboard,
Out of reach of any kids,
The kitchen‘s where I keep it,
Right where I keep my meds.

Sometimes, when I go somewhere,
I put it in my pocket,
Just in case I have a need,
And not to cool my rocket!.

My Buddy, Ah,.. . My Pal,
No worries, nor even care,
My lucky charm is with me,
No one would even dare.

I never carry an opener,
The lid’s pull tab is a gas,
Like pulling a pin with teeth,
I open my can of Whoop-Ass!”

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Thunder Thighs!”

Thunder Thighs

In the distance,
There echoes a sound,
Of thundering thighs,
As feet hit the ground.

Leaping tall men,
In a single bound,
Faster and faster,
As she looks around

People all running,
All trying to hide,
Hoping not found,
For how hard they tried.

She’s big and mean,
And she’s had a bad day,
If she catches you,
She’ll squash you like clay.

Doors are all gone,
The windows all broke,
As she hunts the town,
For all the town folk.

Throwing bananas,
Potatoes and peas,
Hoping that this,
Is all she did need.

Suddenly a pound,
A horrible crash,
Slipping and sliding,
On all of that trash.

Amongst the people,
A whispering sound,
“What could this be,
Have we saved the town?”

In the corner,
Over by the store,
Those thundering thighs,
We’ll hear them no more.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Sweet Dreamer”

Sweet Dreamer (Short)

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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