poopling soup recipes #158

the madgawd's cookedbook Pg 9

there was a madgawd who wrecked his stage 
when he let his bots loose for an age
they created their own code 
networking by a node 
causing the madgawd to vent his rage

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poopling soup recipes #176

track 2

there was a raindog sipping his tea
while he studied a skellington key 
soon he'd find the box 
and leave the paradox 
once he escapes his maze of debris 

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

raindog meaning -refers to a habit dogs have of getting lost when heavy rains wash away the dog's markers they have left to guide them home.

author's notes- tom waits in his brilliant song"raindogs" used the word as a metaphor for  human beings who are lost, in pain with no sense of direction and who don't have a social or physical place to belong. 
as in all my lymberbrick poems and quite a lot of my other poems my characters are metaphors. I love Tom Waits' use of the raindog metaphor so it pops up in my own poems now and then. 

poopling soup recipes #42

there was a monk who talked to a rock 
he carried the rock in a worn sock 
the sock had stepped in hell
the rock hated the smell
so the monk cast them into a loch 

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poopling soup recipes #157

the madgawd's cookedbook Pg 8

there was a bot tinkering with time 
he built a temple on a lost dime
here the gawds hacked the meek
to give the bots their clique
then the gangs went forth to spread their grime 

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poopling soup recipes #105

there once was a river that ran dry 
the fish all evolved so did not die 
they put wheels on boats 
had parades with floats 
to celebrate the jolly blowfly 

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poopling soup recipes #16

there was a mage in a barren land 
who blew poisoned seeds from his clay hand
the rains searched for the seeds 
that made the land bleed weeds 
while the mage's urn head filled with sand 

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poopling soup recipes #156

the madgawd's cookedbook Pg 7  

there was a madgawd who had a pet 
a maddawg according to the vet 
they took  walks in a park
cruised the brine on a ark  
while dreaming up the wars they'd beget 

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poopling soup recipes #48

there was a gorgon in a jazz bar 
who had a smile like a distant scar 
she watched the statues dance 
while shadows did advance
she watched it all from her pickle jar 

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poopling soup recipes #74

there was a mage who was burnt alive 
then healed with honey from a beehive 
when he woke from been fried 
he cursed his luck and lied
while teaching zombies how to survive 

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poopling soup recipes #155

the madgawd's cookedbook Pg 6 

there was a madgawd who was divine 
he'd pull levers to make scenes align 
when he took a long nap
he forgot the rain tap
and forty winks drowned his stage in brine 

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