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You've come to lunchboxing's pantry for a snack, but you will leave cultured and entertained. What the Poetry Pantry lacks in hydrogenated oil based goodies, it more than makes up for in delicious verse and succulent wordsmithery. Open the crockpot that is your soul and/or brain and use your skewer stick to sift through the fondue that is lunchboxing poetry. Then stick it in your mouth and let it melt, one stanza at a time. Adieu!



I've always had a passion
for the Great Outdoors

And, no --
I know what you're thinking --

Not the classic 1988 Grizzly
Bear-featuring motion picture

starring

the much loved and mourned comic genius John Candy
and Dan Akroyd

but, the ACTUAL
Great Outdoors

My love for the the outdoors, though -
is of a special sort

For I don't really enjoy being outside
or
existing
WITHIN
the Great Outdoors

But moreso prefer to observe them --
fondly --
from the moderately-temperatured
safety of the Great
Indoors

In short - I have always had a passion
for windows

And, I think it may be time
to get
another one.





All hail the puppet clown
with his puppet frown
on his puppet mound

All hail the puppet clown
his puppet mound,
so taut and brown

He's wretched, soiled
Neckbone? Coiled.
Ugly and spastic
his life is so tragic

But alas he grows wings!
from his puppet strings
and flies to the moon
on a magic broom!
He takes his mate,
young clown puppet Kate
what a fast adventure,
at a lightening pace!
But a lack of planning
would prove their fate
they didn't know which precautions to take
the moon has no atmosphere
isn't that just great?
so sadly enough they suffocate

All hail the puppet clown
in the air he drowned
now where's his crown?

All hail the puppet clown
with his puppet frown
in his puppet mound (space grave)





There's something tucked in my pants
quite swollen and ripe
and it's something for you
to chew on tonight

it's rosy and red
and plump as a button'
and rotund and brightly shiny
and as tasty as mutton

juicy and pure
i'm sure you'd want a hat-full
of that fruit contained in my pants-pocket
my juicy red apple

(penis)
(and balls)
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