Roses are red,
My life is busy.
Good night, and may all
Of your sodas be fizzy.
Roses are red,
My life is busy.
Good night, and may all
Of your sodas be fizzy.
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I have been informed
“Tree Hunger Games are not real”
By the Tree-I-A
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In the world of trees
Is Christmas the Hunger Games?
Asking for a friend…
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Playing notes quickly
Does not make you musical…
But is does get views
One day, organized crime
Will decide that now is the time
To launder some money
Through low art that is funny
And also just happens to rhyme.
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Superman came flying down
And handed me an Out.
He said, “I’ll be back before tomorrow”
But I had considerable doubt,
So I struck Superman with my knee
And I’m feeling perfectly right;
I kneed a hero
I’m holding Out for a hero ’til the end of the night.
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So the shark attacked
And killed lots of people who
Went back three more times?
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Everything is fatal
If you do it long enough.
That’s why I sit on the couch
And write poems and stuff.
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There once was a wizard of fire
Who was wont to displays of great ire
That involved fireballs
Amidst narrow walls
And this made his companions retire
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My wife’s boobs are great.
She won’t tell me what to write;
I default to this
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